Lyrics The Soft Parade (Live WNET Broadcast Remastered) - The Doors

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 any more
The man is at the door

Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy

There's only four ways to get it unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel but now
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
Leather riders selling news

The monk bought lunch
(Yeah, he bought a little. Yes, he did! Yow!)

(This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip
The best part
I really like
What?)

(Yeah!
Yeah, yow...
Pretty good, huh?
Ha!)

(Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number)

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle street 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 Injuns howl
People out to have some fun
Cobra on my left
Leopard on my right (Yeah!)

Deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
To his recipe for
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
But it's getting harder
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling in the dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the gods
You gotta meet me, a few animals, at the crossroads
You gotta meet me, at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
You and I
And the evening sky
You'd better come alone
You'd better bring your gun
We're gonna have some fun
Just you and I