The Doors - The Soft Parade lyrics

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!

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 and a girl named Sandy
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 'til
His wife gets home

Catacombs nursery bones
Winter women growing stones
Carrying babies to the river

Streets and shoes avenues
Letter writers selling news
The monk bought lunch

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

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

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