text: 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
  Letter writers
  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 left
  Leopard on my right, yeah
  The deer woman in a silk dress
  Girls with beads around their necks
  Kiss the hunter of the green vest
  Who has wrestled before
  With lions in the night
  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 its getting harder
  To describe sailors
  To the underfed
  Tropic corridor
  Tropic treasure
  What got us this far
  To this mild equator?
  We need someone or something new
  Something else to get us through, yeah, come on
  Calling on the dogs
  Calling on the dogs
  Oh, its getting harder
  Calling on the dogs
  Calling in the dogs
  Calling all the dogs
  Calling on the gods
  You got to meet me
  Too late, baby
  Slay a few animals
  At the crossroads
  Too late
  All in the yard
  But its getting harder
  By the crossroads
  You got to meet me
  Oh, were going, were going great
  At the edge of town
  Tropic corridor
  Tropic treasure
  Having a good time
  Got to come along
  What got us this far
  To this mild equator?
  Outskirts of the city
  You and I
  We need someone new
  Something new
  Something else to get us through
  Better bring your gun
  Better bring your gun
  Tropic corridor
  Tropic treasure
  Were going to ride and have some fun
  When all else fails
  We can whip the horses eyes
  And make them sleep
  And cry