Doors 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, 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 

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 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 



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 

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