Standard (EADGBE)

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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 in a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed

N/C

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