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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

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)



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)



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



Deer woman in a silk dress

Girls with beads about 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



Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling in the dogs

Calling all the dogs

Calling on the gods

Meet me at the crossroads

Meet me at the edge of town

Outskirts of the city

Just you and I

And the evening sky

You'd better come alone

You'd better bring your gun

We're gonna have some fun



When all else fails

We can whip the horses' eyes

And make them sleep

And cry

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