Doors - The Soft Parade Lyrics
When I was back there in seminary school, there was a person thereWho put forth the proposition, that you can petition the lord with prayerPetition the lord with prayer, petition the lord with prayerYou cannot petition the lord with prayer!Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hideCan you find me soft asylum, I cant make it anymore, the man is at the doorPeppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion sax and a girl named sandyTheres only four ways to get unraveled, one is to sleep and the other is travel, da daOne is a bandit up in the hills, one is to love your neighbor tillHis wife gets homeCatacombs, nursery bones, winter women, growing stonesCarrying babies, to the riverStreets and shoes, avenues, leather ridersSelling news, the monk bought lunchHa ha, he bought a little, yes, he did, woo!This is the best part of the trip, this is the trip, the best partI really like, whatd he say? , yeah!, yeah, right!Pretty good, huh, huh!, yeah, Im proud to be a part of this numberSuccessful hills are here to stay, everything must be this wayGentle streets where people play, welcome to the soft paradeAll our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow graveMust be something else we say, somehow to defend this placeEverything must be this way, everything must be this way, yeahThe soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines humPeople out to have some fun, a cobra on my leftLeopard on my right, yeahThe deer woman in a silk dress, girls with beads around their necksKiss the hunter of the green vest, who has wrestled beforeWith lions in the nightOut of sight!, the lights are getting brighterThe radio is moaning, calling to the dogsThere are still a few animals, left out in the yardBut its getting harder, to describe sailors, to the underfedTropic corridor, tropic treasureWhat got us this far, to this mild equator?We need someone or something newSomething else to get us through, yeah, cmonCallin on the dogs, callin on the dogsOh, its gettin harder, callin on the dogsCallin in the dogs, callin all the dogs, callin on the godsYou gotta meet me, too late, babySlay a few animals, at the crossroads, too lateAll in the yard, but its gettin harder, by the crossroadsYou gotta meet me, oh, were goin, were goin greatAt the edge of town, tropic corridor, tropic treasureHavin a good time, got to come along, what got us this farTo this mild equator? , outskirts of the city, you and iWe need someone new, somethin new, somethin else to get us throughBetter bring your gun, better bring your gunTropic corridor, tropic treasure, were gonna ride and have some funWhen all else fails, we can whip the horses eyesAnd make them sleep, and cry
