The Soft Parade

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, 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

Letter writers

Selling news

The monk bought lunch

Ooh, he-he, 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? What?

Yeah!

Yeah, right!

Pretty good, huh?

Huh!

Yeah, proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay

Everything must be this way

Gentle street where people play

Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives, we sweat and save

Buildin' for a shallow grave

"Must be somethin' 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

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

Callin' to the dogs

There are still a few animals

Left out in the yard

But it's gettin' harder

To describe sailors

Sailors

To the underfed

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

What got us this far to this mild equator?

We need someone or somethin' new

Somethin' else to get us through, yeah, come on

(Kiss, kill) Callin' on the dog

Callin' on the dog

Callin' on the dog (But it's gettin' harder)

Callin' in the dogs

Callin' all the dog

Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me (Too late, baby)

Slay a few animals

(At the crossroad) Left out in the yard

But it's gettin' harder (Gotta meet me)

We're goin' great, yeah (At the edge of town)

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure (Gotta come along)

Outskirts of the city (What got us this far to this mild equator?)

You and I

We need someone new (We'll come along)

Somethin' new (Better bring your gun)

Somethin' else to get us through (Better bring your gun)

We're gonna to ride some more

When all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep

And cry