[I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes

I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply

The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain

And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain]

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
Throwing 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
Wo!!!

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!!!
Ah, 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 аt 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.

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