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BREAK ON THROUGH

You know the day destroys the night

Night divides the day

Tried to run

Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here

Dug our treasures there

But can you still recall

The time we cried

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Yeah!

C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby

Everybody loves my baby

She get

She get

She get

She get high

I found an island in your arms

Country in your eyes

Arms that chain us

Eyes that lie

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Break on through, oww!

Oh, yeah!

Made the scene

Week to week

Day to day

Hour to hour

The gate is straight

Deep and wide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Break on through

Break on through

Break on through

Break on through

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

SOUL KITCHEN

Well, the clock says it's time to close now

I guess I'd better go now

I'd really like to stay here all night

The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes

Street lights share their hollow glow

Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise

Still one place to go

Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen

Warm my mind near your gentle stove

Turn me out and I'll wander baby

Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well, your fingers weave quick minarets

Speak in secret alphabets

I light another cigarette

Learn to forget, learn to forget

Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen

Warm my mind near your gentle stove

Turn me out and I'll wander baby

Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now

I know I have to go now

I really want to stay here

All night, all night, all night

 

CRYSTAL SHIP

Before you slip into unconsciousness

I'd like to have another kiss

Another flashing chance at bliss

Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain

Enclose me in your gentle rain

The time you ran was too insane

We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies

The streets are fields that never die

Deliver me from reasons why

You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled

A thousand girls, a thousand thrills

A million ways to spend your time

When we get back, I'll drop a line

 

ALABAMA SONG

Well, show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find

The next whiskey bar

I tell you we must die

I tell you we must die

I tell you, I tell you

I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

Well, show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find

The next little girl

I tell you we must die

I tell you we must die

I tell you, I tell you

I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

 

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

Wait until the war is over

And we're both a little older

The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read

Television children fed

Unborn living, living, dead

Bullet strikes the helmet's head

And it's all over

For the unknown soldier

It's all over

For the unknown soldier

Hut

Hut

Hut ho hee up

Hut

Hut

Hut ho hee up

Hut

Hut

Hut ho hee up

Comp'nee

Halt

Preeee-zent!

Arms!

Make a grave for the unknown soldier

Nestled in your hollow shoulder

The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read

Television children fed

Bullet strikes the helmet's head

And, it's all over

The war is over

It's all over

The war is over

Well, all over, baby

All over, baby

Oh, over, yeah

All over, baby

Wooooo, hah-hah

All over

All over, baby

Oh, woa-yeah

All over

All over

Heeeeyyyy

 

RIDERS ON THE STORM

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man

Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

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