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 6741>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)
 
 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, right
 Pretty good, huh?
 Hah!
 
 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)
 
 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 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
 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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