Severed Garden Lyrics - The Doors

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 

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 

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No more money, no more fancy dress 

This other kingdom seems by far the best 

Until it's other jaw reveals incest 

And loose obedience to a vegetable law 

I will not go 

Prefer a feast of friends 

To the giant family