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 '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

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 (What'd he say?)

Yeah

Yeah, right

Pretty good

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

Listen to the engines hum

People out to have some fun

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, come on

Calling on the dogs (Calling on the dogs)

Oh, it's getting harder (Calling on the dogs)

Calling in the dogs

Calling all the dogs

Calling on the gods

You got to meet me (Too late, baby)

Slay a few animals

At the crossroads all in the yard (Too late)

But it's getting harder, by the crossroads (You got to meet me)

Oh, we're going, we're going great

At the edge of town (Tropic corridor)

Having a good time (Tropic treasure)

Got to come along (What got us this far)

Outskirts of the city, you and I (To this mild equator?)

We need someone new (Something new)

Better bring your gun

Something else to get us through (Better bring your gun)

When all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep and cry