Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men And about the believers and how the whole thing began First there were women and children obeying
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
Traduzione: The Doors. Il Soft Parade (Live su PBS Television, New York, 1970).
Traduzione: The Doors. The Soft Parade.
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
to bow Here comes Swifty, they're off To chase another headline But all the news gets soft Before it makes the deadline The morning paper hits my door
a dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over
dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over
black roses I pose with babies breath be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over the
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'
to bow Here comes swifty, they're off To chase another headline But all the news gets soft Before it makes the deadline The morning paper hits my door
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'm
inside the eyes of Vader Couldn't comprehend the force that I bring I'm like Rocky Marciano when he walk in the ring A stork in the ring you cowards soundin' soft