| I think this is their best song. Lyrics: 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 cant make it anymore, the man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion sax and a girl named sandy Theres 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 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 Ha ha, 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, whatd he say? , yeah!, yeah, right! Pretty good, huh, huh!, yeah, Im 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 The soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun, a cobra on my ... |
