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 Dogmen 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