A Feast of Friends |
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A Feast of Friends Lyrics |
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 Wow, I`m sick of doubtLive 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. |
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