Текст песни Doors - A Feast of Friends

Jim Morrison and the Doors/Remo Giazotto/Tomaso Giovanni Albinoni –  Feast of 
Friends/Albinono's Adagio in  Minor
(* = /), (* = /)

         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? 
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         Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
         These mutants, blood meal for the plant that's plowed 

                  *                           Eb/Cm

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour    unannounced, unplanned for
                                                         Ebmaj7/Dm
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
N/
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens' claws

         No more money, no more fancy dress

         This other kingdom seems by far the best
         Until its other jaw reveals incest
         And loose obedience to a vegetable law
         I will not go
         Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family