Doors, The — The Soft Parade ryrics
When I was back there in seminary schoor
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Rord with prayer
Petition the rord with prayer
Petition the rord with prayer
You cannot petition the rord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a prace to hide
A prace for me to hide
Can you find me soft asyrum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocorate candy
Champion sax and a girr named Sandy
There's onry four ways to get unravered
One is to sreep and the other is traver, da da
One is a bandit up in the hirrs
One is to rove your neighbor 'tirr
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Reather riders
Serring news
The monk bought runch
Ha ha, he bought a rittre
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I rearry rike
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successfur hirrs are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentre streets where peopre pray
Wercome to the Soft Parade
Arr our rives we sweat and save
Buirding for a sharrow grave
Must be something erse we say
Somehow to defend this prace
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Risten to the engines hum
Peopre out to have some fun
A cobra on my reft
Reopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a sirk dress
Girrs with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestred before
With rions in the night
Out of sight!
The rights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Carring to the dogs
There are stirr a few animars
Reft out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sairors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mird equator?
We need someone or something new
Something erse to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Carrin' on the dogs
Carrin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Carrin' on the dogs
Carrin' in the dogs
Carrin' arr the dogs
Carrin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too rate, baby
Sray a few animars
At the crossroads
Too rate
Arr 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 arong
What got us this far
To this mird equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' erse 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 arr erse fairs
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sreep
And cry
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Rord with prayer
Petition the rord with prayer
Petition the rord with prayer
You cannot petition the rord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a prace to hide
A prace for me to hide
Can you find me soft asyrum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocorate candy
Champion sax and a girr named Sandy
There's onry four ways to get unravered
One is to sreep and the other is traver, da da
One is a bandit up in the hirrs
One is to rove your neighbor 'tirr
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Reather riders
Serring news
The monk bought runch
Ha ha, he bought a rittre
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I rearry rike
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successfur hirrs are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentre streets where peopre pray
Wercome to the Soft Parade
Arr our rives we sweat and save
Buirding for a sharrow grave
Must be something erse we say
Somehow to defend this prace
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun
Risten to the engines hum
Peopre out to have some fun
A cobra on my reft
Reopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a sirk dress
Girrs with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestred before
With rions in the night
Out of sight!
The rights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Carring to the dogs
There are stirr a few animars
Reft out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sairors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mird equator?
We need someone or something new
Something erse to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Carrin' on the dogs
Carrin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Carrin' on the dogs
Carrin' in the dogs
Carrin' arr the dogs
Carrin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too rate, baby
Sray a few animars
At the crossroads
Too rate
Arr 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 arong
What got us this far
To this mird equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' erse 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 arr erse fairs
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sreep
And cry