Feast Of Friends

[Verse 1]
[F]
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
[D#]
Live in the light of certain South
[D]                                  [Cm]
Cruel bindings, the servants have the power
                                      [C#*]
Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
[D]
[Gm]                                                  [F]
I´m sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. Tower
[D#]                [D]
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
[Cm]                                             [C#*]
Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
[D]                                          [Gm]
These mutants, blood meal for the plant that´s plowed

[Instrumental Break]
[Gm]   [D]   [Cm*]   [D]   [Gm]   [D#]/[Cm]

[Verse 2]
[F]                                             [A#]
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
                          [D#]
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
                              [G#]
Comes death in a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for
[A#]
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
[D#maj7]/[Dm]
N/C
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had 
shoulders, smooth as ravens' claws

[Verse 3]
[Dm]                                         [Cm]
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
[A#]
Until its other jaw reveals incest
             [G#]
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
[Gm]
I will not go
         [D]                                             [Gm]
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family