Interpret:

Doors, The

Album:

The Soft Parade

When I was back there in seminary school 
There was a person there 
Who put forth the proposition 
That you can petition the Lord with prayer 
Petition the lord with prayer 
Petition the lord with prayer 
You cannot petition the lord with prayer! 


Can you give me sanctuary 
I must find a place to hide 
A place for me to hide 


Can you find me soft asylum 
I can't make it anymore 
The Man is at the door 


Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy 
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy 
There's only four ways to get unraveled 
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da 
One is a bandit up in the hills 
One is to love your neighbor 'till 
His wife gets home 


Catacombs 
Nursery bones 
Winter women 
Growing stones 
Carrying babies 
To the river 


Streets and shoes 
Avenues 
Leather riders 
Selling news 
The monk bought lunch 


Ha ha, he bought a little 
Yes, he did 
Woo! 
This is the best part of the trip 
This is the trip, the best part 
I really like 
What'd he say? 
Yeah! 
Yeah, right! 
Pretty good, huh 
Huh! 
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number 


Successful hills are here to stay 
Everything must be this way 
Gentle streets where people play 
Welcome to the Soft Parade 


All our lives we sweat and save 
Building for a shallow grave 
Must be something else we say 
Somehow to defend this place 
Everything must be this way 
Everything must be this way, yeah 


The Soft Parade has now begun 
Listen to the engines hum 
People out to have some fun 
A cobra on my left 
Leopard on my right, yeah 


The deer woman in a silk dress 
Girls with beads around their necks 
Kiss the hunter of the green vest 
Who has wrestled before 
With lions in the night 


Out of sight! 
The lights are getting brighter 
The radio is moaning 
Calling to the dogs 
There are still a few animals 
Left out in the yard 
But it's getting harder 
To describe sailors 
To the underfed 


Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 
What got us this far 
To this mild equator? 


We need someone or something new 
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon 


Callin' on the dogs 
Callin' on the dogs 
Oh, it's gettin' harder 
Callin' on the dogs 
Callin' in the dogs 
Callin' all the dogs 
Callin' on the gods 


You gotta meet me 
Too late, baby 
Slay a few animals 
At the crossroads 
Too late 
All in the yard 
But it's gettin' harder 
By the crossroads 
You gotta meet me 
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great 
At the edge of town 
Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 
Havin' a good time 
Got to come along 
What got us this far 
To this mild equator? 
Outskirts of the city 
You and I 
We need someone new 
Somethin' new 
Somethin' else to get us through 
Better bring your gun 
Better bring your gun 
Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 
We're gonna ride and have some fun 


When all else fails 
We can whip the horse's eyes 
And make them sleep 
And cry