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"The Soft Parade" Lyrics

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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.
Whoo!
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, a leopard on my right, yeah.

The deer woman in a silk dress,
Girl with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter in a green vest
Who has wrestled before with lions in the night.

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter.
The radio is moaning calling on 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, too late!}
Slay a few animals left out in the yard,
(at the crossroads.) 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 or something new.}
{Something else to get us through.}
Better bring your gun. (Better bring your gun.)
{Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.}
We're gonna ride and have some fun.
When all else fails, we can whip the horse's eyes and make them sleep
and cry.
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LanguageEnglish
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Duration00:08:34
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Copyright ©Doors Music Company
WriterJim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 6th, 2022
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The Doors - The Soft Parade [1969]
The Soft Parade / track 9
The Doors
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