Paul A. Rothchild - The Soft Parade lyrics

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 Ha ha, 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 A 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 Too late All in the yard 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 Tropic treasure Having a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Something new Something else to get us through Better bring your gun 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