The Soft Parade lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Doors
Album: 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 at dawn
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 and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

He he he, 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 it

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. aah, yeah!

The soft parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
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
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. c'mon!

1St voice 2nd voice 3rd voice
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
But it's gettin' harder callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta
Meet me too late, baby!
Shoot a few animals ?t the crossroads too late!
Let out in the yard
But it's getting harder whoa!
Gotta meet me you've done great, hey!
At the edge of town, having a good time
You'd better come along
Outskirts of the city let's fun!
Just you and i
And the evening sky. we are so alone
Better bring your gun you'd better come along
You'd better bring your gun
We're gonna have some fun! tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
"When all else fails
We can whip the horse's
Eyes and make them sleep
And cry."