The Doors

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F                 D#
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
       D
Cruel bindings
                      Cm
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
C#dim                                D
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors

Gm
I'm sick of dour faces
                        F      D#
Staring at me from the TV tower
        D
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Cm
Royal babies, rubies
                   C#dim
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
D
These mutants,
                    Gm
blood-meal for the plant that's plowed

F                                     A#
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
                                  D#
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour?
G#
Unannounced, unplanned for
         A#
Like a scaring over-friendly
               Cm
guest you've brought to bed
D
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws

Bdim                          Cm
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
   A#
Until its other jaw reveals incest
     G#                               Gm
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
           D
Prefer a Feast of Friends
                  Gm
To the Giant Family