text: Wow, Im 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
  Im 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 thats 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 youve 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 its other jaw reveals incest
  And loose obedience to a vegetable law
  I will not go
  Prefer a Feast of Friends
  To the Giant Family