Текст песни A Feast of Friends - 2022 Remastered Version - Jim Morrison

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 blanket over our sailor
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 ploughed

They are waiting to take us into severed garden
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 claw

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 vegetable law
I will not go
Preferred a feast of friends to the giant family