The Doors - A Feast Of Friends

In loving memory of Thomas Joseph Irvine (29 September 1971 - 17 January 2012) 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 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.