A Feast Of Friends lyrics

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 T.V. 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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