Jim Morrison Angels and Sailors Lyrics
            Angels and sailors
            Rich girls
            Backyard fences
            Tents
        
            Dreams watching each other narrowly
            Soft luxuriant cars
            Girls in garages, stripped
            Out to get liquor and clothes
            Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
            Jumped, humped, born to suffer
            Made to undress in the wilderness.
        
            I will never treat you mean
        
            Never start no kind of scene
        
            I'll tell you every place and person that i've been.
        
            Always a playground instructor, never a killer
        
            Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
        
            He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
        
            One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
        
            Vaguely mexican or puerto rican
        
            Poor boys thighs and b___ock scarred by a father's belt
        
            She's trying to rie
        
            Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
        
            Handsome lad, dead in a car
        
            Confusion
        
            No connections
        
            Come 'ere
        
            I love you
        
            Peace on earth
        
            Will you die for me?
        
            Eat me
        
            This way
        
            The end
        
            I'll always be true
        
            Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
        
            If you'll only show me far arden again.
        
            I'm surprised you could get it up
        
            He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
        
            Haven't i been through enough? she asks
        
            Now dressed and leaving
        
            The spanish girl begins to bleed
        
            She says her period
        
            It's catholic heaven
        
            I have an ancient indian crucifix around my neck
        
            My chest is hard and brown
        
            Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
        
            We could plan a murder
        
            Or start a religion.
        
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