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 a 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
Your 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)
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle street where the people play
Welcome to the solt parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this places
(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
Deer woman in a sild dress
Girls with beads about 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
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the dogs
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…