Doors - Angels & Sailors Lyrics
Angels and sailorsRich girlsBackyard fencesTentsDreams watching each other narrowlySoft luxuriant carsGirls in garages, strippedOut to get liquor and clothesHalf gallons of wine and six-packs of beerJumped, humped, born to sufferMade to undress in the wilderness.I will never treat you meanNever start no kind of sceneIll tell you every place and person that Ive been.Always a playground instructor, never a killerAlways a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or overHe maneuvered two girls into his hotel roomOne a friend, the other, the young one, a newer strangerVaguely mexican or puerto ricanPoor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a fathers beltShes trying to riseStory of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death gamesHandsome lad, dead in a carConfusionNo connectionsCome ereI love youPeace on earthWill you die for me?Eat meThis wayThe endIll always be trueNever go out, sneaking out on you, babeIf youll only show me far arden again.Im surprised you could get it upHe whips her lightly, sardonically, with beltHavent I been through enough? she asksNow dressed and leavingThe spanish girl begins to bleedShe says her periodIts catholic heavenI have an ancient indian crucifix around my neckMy chest is hard and brownLying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virginWe could plan a murderOr start a religion.
