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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 its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
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 its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Lyrics submitted by yuri_sucupira
A Feast of Friends Lyrics as written by John Paul Densmore Jim Morrison
Lyrics © Doors Music Company
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@BreakOnThrough - Really love your interpretation here. After I have read this and listened to the poem a few times I can really see what he is saying about conformity. I don't get the choice of 'Royal Babies' and 'Ruby's' though. Any idea?