The Soft Parade - 2019 Remaster

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

Letter writers

Selling news

The monk bought lunch

And 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

Listen to the engines hum

People out to have some fun

Cobra on my left

Leopard on my right, yeah

Dear 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 gotta meet me

Too late, baby

Slay a few animals

At the crossroads

(Too late) all in the yard

But it's getting harder

By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)

Oh, we're goin' great, yeah

At the edge of town

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

Having a good time

Got to come along

What got us this far

Outskirts of the city

You and I

We need someone new

Something new, better bring your gun

Something else to get us through, better bring your gun

Tropic corridor, tropic treasure

We're going to ride and have some fun

When all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep

And cry