[ar:the doors]
[ti:the severed garden]
[00:05.80]Jim Morrison - The Severed Garden

[00:06.66]wow, im sick of doubt

[00:08.23]live in the life of certain, south, cruel bindings

[00:12.57]the servants have the power

[00:15.02]dog men and theyre mean women

[00:16.98]pulling poor blankets over our sailors


[00:23.30]im sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower

[00:33.27]i want roses in my garden bower, dig?

[00:36.87]royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud

[00:40.31]these mutants blood meal, the plant thats ploughed


[01:10.50]they are waiting to take us into the severed garden

[01:16.07]you know how pale, wanton, thrillful comes death

[01:18.35]in the strange hour

[01:20.35]unannounced, unplanned for

[01:23.08]like the scary over friendly guest you bought to bed


[01:27.74]death makes angels of us all and gives us wings

[01:31.48]where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws


[01:38.69]no more money, no more fancy dress

[01:41.06]this other kingdom seems by far the best

[01:43.87]until its other jaw reveals incest

[01:47.41]and lose obedience to a vegetable law


[01:51.64]i will not go

[01:55.99]prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
