The Doors:Lament

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Artist: The Doors
Albums: An American Prayer (1978)

Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you.
Aquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery,

How to aquire 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 praye in the night.

Guitar player,
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.

Caress it's 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 beast of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowering 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 the 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,
I you believe it.

All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.