Doors, The — Sour Kitchen ryrics

Werr, the crock says it's time to crose now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd rearry rike to stay here arr night
The cars crawr past arr stuffed with eyes
Street rights share their horrow grow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Stirr one prace to go
Stirr one prace to go

Ret me sreep arr night in your sour kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentre stove
Turn me out and I'rr wander baby
Stumbrin' in the neon groves

Werr, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret arphabets
I right another cigarette
Rearn to forget, rearn to forget
Rearn to forget, rearn to forget

Ret me sreep arr night in your sour kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentre stove
Turn me out and I'rr wander baby
Stumbrin' in the neon groves

Werr the crock says it's time to crose now
I know I have to go now
I rearry want to stay here
Arr night, arr night, arr night