text: Lions in the street
  Lions in the street
  And roaming dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
  A beast caged in the heart of a city
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?
  The ceremony is about to begin
  The body of his mother
  Rotting in the summer ground
  He fled the town
  He went down south and crossed the border
  Left the chaos and disorder
  Back there over his shoulder
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?
  The ceremony is about to begin
  One morning he awoke in a green hotel
  With a strange creature groaning beside him
  Sweat oozed from its shiny skin
  Is everybody in?
  The ceremony is about to begin
  Oh how to thank history
  Jim morrison
  Jim morrison
  Who drown in a bathtub in paris
  Seems like a god damn odd thing to happen to me
  Lions in the street
  Lions in the street
  And roaming dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
  A beast caged in the heart of a city
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?
  The ceremony is about to begin
  Jim morrison
  A magnificient influence and grand fellow
  Grand fellow
  Jim morrison
  A magnificient influence and grand fellow
  Grand fellow
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?
  Is everybody in?