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 '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

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



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

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