The Soft Parade Lyrics

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
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)

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)

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

Deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads about 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

Calling on the dogs
Calling
on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling in the
dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the gods
Meet me at the
crossroads
Meet me at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
Just you
and I
And the evening sky
You'd better come alone
You'd better bring
your gun
We're gonna have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip
the horses' eyes
And make them sleep
And cry....