Текст песни The Soft Parade - 2019 Remaster - The Doors

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 can not petition the Lord with prayer!
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Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
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Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore
The man is at the door
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Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
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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
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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!)
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Yeah, right!
Pretty good, (huh)
(Huh!)
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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)
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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
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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 (c'mon)

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) (yeah)
At the edge of town (tropic corridor)
(Having a good time!) (tropic treasure) Got to come along
Outskirts of the city (What got us this far to this mild equator?)
You and I
We need someone low (something new)
Better bring your gun (something else to get us through)
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