The Soft Parade

THE DOORS - THE SOFT PARADE [Intro] N.C. When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer!   /  /  / [Verse 1] Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me   to  hide   /  /  /  x2 Can you find me soft asylum I can’t make it   anymore The Man is at  the  door [Verse 2]             x2              Peppermint  miniskirts     chocolate     candy                 Champion sax  and  a        girl    named    Sandy              [Solo]              There’s only four ways to    get         unraveled One is  to sleep and the    other    is     travel   da da One    is    a   bandit      up   in   the   hills One   is   to  love   your   neighbor   ’till His wife gets home [Verse 3]               Catacombs   nursery bones Winter women   growing stones Carrying babies   to the river             Streets and shoes  Avenues Letter writers  Selling news               The monk  bought lunch [Verse 4] Ha ha he bought a little Yes he did Woo! This is the best part of the trip This is the trip the best part I really like What’d he say? Yeah! Yeah right! Pretty good huh Huh! Yeah I’m proud to be a part of this number Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way yeah [Solo] The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right yeah The deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night [Outro] 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 through yeah come on Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Oh it’s getting harder (Calling on the dogs) Calling in the dogs Calling all the dogs Calling on the gods You got to meet me  (Too late baby) Slay a few animals At the crossroads  (Too late) All in the yard But it’s getting harder  (By the crossroads) You got to meet me Oh we’re going we’re going great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Having a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Something new Something else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We’re going to ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse’s eyes And make them sleep        And cry