A Feast of Friends Chords by Jim Morrison

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ Wow, I'm sick of [Eb] doubt.
Live in light of certain South [D] cruel bindings.
_ The servants have the
[Cm] power.
_ Dog men and their mean women _
[Db] pulling poor blankets over [Bb] our sailors. _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] I'm sick of
dour faces staring at me from the [F] TV tower. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] I want [D] roses in my garden, Bower.
Dig? _
[Cm] Royal
babies, rubies must now replace [Dbm] aborted strangers in the mud. _ _ _
[D] _ _ These mutants, [Gm] blood meal from
the plant that's black. _ _ _ _
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] They are waiting to take us into [Bb] the severed garden.
_ _ You know
how pale and [Eb] wanton and thrillful comes death in a strange hour, _
[Ab] _ unannounced, unplanned
for, _ [Bb] the scaring over-friendly guest [Cm] you've brought to bed.
[D] _ _ Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings where we had [G] shoulders smooth as raven's claws.
[Bb] _ _ [A] _ [G] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ No more money, [F] no
more fancy [Cm] dress.
This other kingdom seems by far the best [Bb] until its other jaw reveals
incest _ [Ab] and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
_ [Gm] _ I will not go.
_ _ [D] Prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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