Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Feast of Friends, artist - Jim Morrison. Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Song language: English
A Feast of Friends |
| 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 stranger 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 loose obedience to a vegetable law |
| I will not go Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family |