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 T.V. 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 in 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 ravens claws

 No more money, no more fancy dress
 This other kingdom seems by far the best
 Until it?s other jaw reveals incest
 And loose obidience to a vegetable law

 I will not go
 Prefer a feast of friends
 To the giant family