Angels And Sailors Lyrics - American Prayer - Jim Morrison & The Doors

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 maneuvered 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 buttock scarred by a father's belt 

She's trying to rise 

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.