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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 T.V. 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 in 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
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens 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 ......Morrison
What??? You want . Why? Fear not my fellows....there is little that you will not get.....none of which you planned....most of which you didn’t. The love and the tyranny of evil men replaces only the doubt and the benevolence of those that give more than they think...hooray 4 them!
I love to be back, i’M SORRY i’M NOT sLACK....sometimes you get less than you bargained for (sorry Boet, but i luv u).....fuk’em I’ll take it! Get me at the wrong moment and u’ll feel that I snaked it, but u wanna play ball, u better learn how to fall, cause I’m sing’in only so far as u cling’in.....u fuk me 1 time u aint gonna get no shoe shine....take yr chances....i aint fraid o no lances...bye sky...good riddance.
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