A Feast Of Friends-The Doors

歌手 : The Doors
专辑 : An American Prayer
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:10

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TXT A Feast Of Friends-The Doors 文本歌词

A Feast Of Friends - The Doors (大门乐队)
Wow I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV
Tower I want roses in
My garden bower; dig
Royal babies rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws
No more money no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family