Songtexte:
The Doors An American Prayer I

(& where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses

(& where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses

have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses

a good camper? I heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America Or I

" Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem "Into this world we're thrown" When I was out on the desert, ya know "Like a dog without a bone An actor out

sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want

And a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the Lord to save

thing I make up my mind to be, Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix, And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit, And I pray that I'm an artist

) She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl) Man look at shorty roll (I love your girl) Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl) I'm sorry I got