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 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 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,
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
- Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws ...-
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...
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...
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