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
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get uvraveled
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
Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
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
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
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry