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| Ladies and gentlemen! From Los Angeles, California... The Doors! | | |||||||||||||||||||
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 | Well, I woke up this morning Got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning Got myself a beer Well, the future's uncertain The end is always near... |  | | |||||||||||||||||
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| The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel... He was drunk a big party last night back, going back in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots. | | |||||||||||||||||||
Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you. Acquiring soulful wisdom, You can open walls of mystery, Stripshow. How to acquire death in the morning show. TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life. Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night. Guitar player, Ancient wise satyr, Sing your ode to my cock. | Caress its lament, Stiffen and guide us, we frozen. Lost cells, The knowledge of cancer, To speak to the heart And give the great gift: Words Power Trance This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo, Wild haired chicks, Women flowery in their summit, Monsters of skin. Each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race. Could any hell be more horrible than now and real? | I pressed her thigh and death smiled. Death, old friend, Death and my cock are the world. I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire. Words got me the wound and will get me well, If you believe it. All join now for the death of my cock A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night. Boys get crazy in the head and suffer, I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence. | | |||||||||||||||||
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