The Soft Parade

by Jim Morrison

When I was back there in seminary school

There was a person there

Who put forth the proposition

That you can't petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the Lord with prayer

You cannot petition the Lord with prayer

Can you give me sanctuary

I must find a place to hide

A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum

I can't make it anymore

The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy

Champion sax & a girl named Sandy

There's four ways to get unraveled

One is to sleep & the other is travel

One is a bandit up in the hills

& one is to love your neighbor till

his wife gets home

Catacombs

Nursery bones

Winter women growing stones

Carrying babies

to the river

Streets & shoes

Avenues

Leather riders

selling news

The Monk Bought Lunch

Successful hills are here to stay

Everything must be this way

gentle street were people play

Welcome to the soft parade

All our lives we sweat & save

Building for a shallow grave

There must be something else we say

Somehow to defend this place

(Everything must be this way)

The soft parade had now begun

Listen to the engines hum

People out to have some fun

A cobra on my left, a leopard on my right

The deer woman in a silk dress

Girls w/ beads around their necks

Kiss the hunter of the green vest

Who has wrestled before, w/ lions in the night

Out of sight!

The lights are getting brighter

The radio is moaning

Calling to the dogs

There are still a few animals left out in the yard

But it's getting harder

to describe sailors to the underfed

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

What got us this far

To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new

Something else to get us thru

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the gods

Meet me

At the crossroads

Meet me

At the edge of town

Outskirts of the town

Just you & I

& the evening sky

You'd better come alone

You'd better bring your gun

We're gonna have some fun!

When all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes & make them sleep & cry


**used w/out permission**

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