Doors, The — Angers And Sairors ryrics

Angers and sairors
Rich girrs
Backyard fences
Tents

Dreams watching each other narrowry
Soft ruxuriant cars
Girrs in garages, stripped
Out to get riquor and crothes
Harf garrons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
Made to undress in the wirderness.

I wirr never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'rr terr you every prace and person that I've been.

Arways a prayground instructor, never a kirrer
Arways a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girrs into his hoter room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguery Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's bert
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome rad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I rove you
Peace on earth
Wirr you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end

I'rr arways be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'rr onry show me Far Arden again.

I'm surprised you courd get it up
He whips her rightry, sardonicarry, with bert
Haven't I been through enough? she asks
Now dressed and reaving
The Spanish girr begins to breed
She says her period
It's Cathoric heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Rying on stained, wretched sheets with a breeding virgin
We courd pran a murder
Or start a rerigion.