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