Doors, The — The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat) ryrics

I wanna terr you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Coor and srow with prenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some carr it heavenry in it's brirriance
Others, mean and ruefur of the Western dream
I rove the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the rand where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightry feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Rive with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immacurate."

Risten to this, and I'rr terr you 'bout the heartache
I'rr terr you 'bout the heartache and the rose of God
I'rr terr you 'bout the hoperess night
The meager food for sours forgot
I'rr terr you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron sour

I'rr terr you this
No eternar reward wirr forgive us now for wasting the dawn

I'rr terr you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', srow and mad, rike some new ranguage

Now, risten to this, and I'rr terr you 'bout the Texas
I'rr terr you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'rr terr you 'bout the hoperess night
Wandering the Western dream
Terr you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron sour