A Feast of Friends

[00:00.00]	作词 : Morrison
[00:05.70]	Wow, I'm sick of doubt.
[00:07.270]	Live in the light of certain.
[00:08.719]	South.
[00:09.269]	Cruel bindings.
[00:11.870]	The servants have the power.
[00:14.79]	Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors.
[00:23.139]	I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. tower.
[00:32.810]	I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
[00:36.380]	Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud.
[00:44.680]	These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed.
[01:10.160]	They are waiting to take us into the severed garden.
[01:14.720]	Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
[01:19.990]	Unannounced, unplanned for,
[01:23.300]	like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed.
[01:27.510]	Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders
[01:31.870]	smooth as raven's claws.
[01:38.570]	No more money, no more fancy dress,
[01:40.879]	this other kingdom seems by far the best,
[01:43.580]	until it's other jaw reveals incest,
[01:46.890]	and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
[01:51.790]	I will not go.
[01:53.850]	Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family.
[02:05.740]

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Morrison
[00:05.70]	Wow, I' m sick of doubt.
[00:07.270]	Live in the light of certain.
[00:08.719]	South.
[00:09.269]	Cruel bindings.
[00:11.870]	The servants have the power.
[00:14.79]	Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors.
[00:23.139]	I' m sick of dour faces staring at me from the T. V. tower.
[00:32.810]	I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
[00:36.380]	Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud.
[00:44.680]	These mutants, bloodmeal for the plant that' s plowed.
[01:10.160]	They are waiting to take us into the severed garden.
[01:14.720]	Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
[01:19.990]	Unannounced, unplanned for,
[01:23.300]	like a scaring overfriendly guest you' ve brought to bed.
[01:27.510]	Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders
[01:31.870]	smooth as raven' s claws.
[01:38.570]	No more money, no more fancy dress,
[01:40.879]	this other kingdom seems by far the best,
[01:43.580]	until it' s other jaw reveals incest,
[01:46.890]	and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
[01:51.790]	I will not go.
[01:53.850]	Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family.
[02:05.740]