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Sons Of Hippies
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The Soft Parade
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 'til 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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.
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