Prince — Wedding Feast

[Verse 1: Kip Blachshire] Brother, dear brother, I came as quickly as I could The digital haze is broken The banished ones are gone for good Gone for good [Verse 2: Prince and Milenia] Now there must be a wedding A Wedding Now there must be a feast A feast, a feast, a smorgasbord at least A brunch, a munch of cake if just a piece Not just a vat of chitlins Or turkey meat you see We are what we eat, so we must eat a leaf We'll dine under a tree Unless it snows