Doors - Feast Of Friends

Gm

F

         Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Eb

         Live in the light of certain South 

               D                                  Cm

         Cruel bindings, the servants have the power 

                                      C#*

         Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors

D

         Gm                                                  F

         I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. Tower 

Eb

                D

         I want roses in my garden bower; dig? 

         Cm                                             C#*

         Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud

D                                          Gm

         These mutants, blood meal for the plant that's plowed 



Gm         D         Cm*         D         Gm         Eb&Cm











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F                                             Bb

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

                          Eb

Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful

                              Ab

Comes death in a strange hour    unannounced, unplanned for

Bb                                                         Ebmaj7&Dm

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



Dm                                         Cm

         No more money, no more fancy dress



         This other kingdom seems by far the best

         Bb

         Until its other jaw reveals incest

             Ab

         And loose obedience to a vegetable law

Gm

         I will not go

         D                                             Gm

         Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family