Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Morrison
Vocals
The Doors
Performer
John Densmore
Drums
John Haeny
Conductor
Ray Manzarek
Keyboards
Robby Krieger
Guitar
Bruce Botnick
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Morrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Densmore
Producer
John Haeny
Producer
Ray Manzarek
Producer
Robby Krieger
Producer
Jac Holzman
Engineer
Bruce Botnick
Producer
Paul A Rothchild
Producer
Lyrics
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
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on 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 raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Writer(s): Robert A Krieger, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Jim Morrison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com