The Doors Lyrics

The Doors Lyrics

"The Soft Parade (Live) Lyrics"

Hammer Of The Gods Lyrics
See your face from afar Projecting you into a star Skin so pale and eyes so black Are you ever coming back? Do you feel... (feel ali-ive) Puritan inside your heart Turning night into art Decorum might get to you Projecting you into a god Do you feel... (feel ali-ive) Do you feel... the Hammer of the Gods?

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 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Flowers That Fade in My Hand Lyrics
[Wagner, Schmidt/Wagner] Do you know, it scared me to death When I first saw you right after this Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest Really, man, it scared me to death They called in the morning Told me you had died last night I cried my eyes out The sorrow blinded me for light Like flowers that fade in my hands Everywher
Carrying babies
To the river
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
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 en
Jeremy Bender Lyrics
Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun. Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she didn't come clean Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is a queen. Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't h
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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, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs<
Starting Over Again Lyrics
Momma moved out Daddy sold the house They split up the money And went on their way And all the king's horses And all the king's men Couldn't put mommy and daddy back together again Chorus: Starting over again Where should they begin 'Cause they've never been out on their own Starting over again Where do you begin When your
BR> Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' 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
Somethin' new
Somethin' 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