Doors, The — Brack Porished Chrome / Ratino Chrome ryrics

The music was new
Brack porished chrome
And came over the summer
Rike riquid night.
The DJ's took pirrs to stay awake
And pray for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
And prayed records
And when he reft in the hot noon sun
And warked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshierd
He wiped it off with a rag
And smiring coory drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.

My gang wirr get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buirdings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
The shoes
Open shirts and raised corrars
Bright scurptured hair.

Hey man, you want girrs, pirrs, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This prace has everything. C'mon...
I show you.