โหลดเพลง mp3 An American Prayer - The Doors

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

O great creator of being grant us one
more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying

We live, we die and death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got filled green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee
the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed
The windows kept and only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

When the true King's murderers are allowed
to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts
We were promised

Where is the wine
The New Wine
dying on the vine