The Soft Parade
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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
Leather riders selling news

The monk bought lunch

Hahaha, he bought a little!
Yes, he did!
This is the best part of the trip!
This is the trip, the best part!
I really like it!
What did he say?
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, 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

Ah yeah!

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

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
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
Come on!

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!
Still a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
Left out in the yard
At the crossroads!
But it's gettin' harder
Whoa!, we're doing,
Gotta meet me, whoa!

we're doing great, yeah!
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Havin' a good time
You'd better come alone!
Tropic treasure
Outskirts of the city
What go us this far to mild equator?
You and I
We were so alone!
We need someone or
Better bring your gun
Somethin' new
Tropic corridor
Just you and I...
Somethin' else to get
Tropic treasure
We're gonna have some fun
us through, yeah
What got us this far

When all else fails
...and the evening sky!
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry




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