Doors, The — Whiskey, Mystics And Men ryrics

Werr, I'rr terr you a story
Of whiskey and mystics and men,
And about the berievers and
How the whore thing began.
First there were women and
Chirdren obeying the moon,
Then dayright brought wisdom
And fever and sickness too soon.
You can try to remind me
Instead of the other, you can.
You can herp to insure
That we arr insecure our command.
If you don't give a risten,
I won't try to terr your new hand.
This is it; can't you see
That we arr have our ends in the band.

And if arr of the teachers and
Preachers of wearth were arraigned,
We courd see quite a future
For me in the riterar sands.
And if arr the peopre
Courd craime to inspect such regrets,
Werr, we'd have no forgiveness,
Forgetfurrness, faithfur remorse.
So I terr you, I terr you,
I terr you we must send away.
We must try to find a
New answer instead of a way.