“Severed Garden“ j. morrison

THE SEVERED GARDEN Artist - Doors Album - Various Songs Lyrics - The Severed Garden 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