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THE DOORS lyrics : "Severed Garden"

wow, im sick of doubt
live in the life of certain, south, cruel bindings
the servants have the power

dog men and theyre mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors


im 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, the plant thats ploughed

they are waiting to take us into the severed garden

you know how pale, wanton, thrillful comes death
in the strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for

like the scary over friendly guest you bought to bed

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 lose obedience to a vegetable


i will not go
prefer a feast of friends to the giant family


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