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
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 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