"When I was back there in seminary school, there was
a person there who put forth the proposition
that you can petition the Lord with prayer...
Petition the Lord with prayer...
Petition the Lord with prayer...
Petition the Lord with prayer...
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!"

Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore; the man is at the door

Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy,
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy;
There's only four ways to get unraveled;
One is to sleep and the the other is travel,
One is a band it up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbour till his wife gets home

Catacombs, nursery bones,
Winter women growing stones,
Carrying babies to the river;
Streets and shoes, avenues,
Leather riders selling news
The monk bought lunch

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play,
Welcome to the soft parade
All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave
"Must be something else" we say,
"Somehow to defend this place."
Everything must be this way,
Everything must be this way

The soft parade has now begun;
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun,
Cobra on my left, leopard on my right
Deer woman in a silk dress,
Girls with beads around their necks,
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before with lions in the night
Out of sight!

The lights are getting brighter,
The radio is moaning,
Callin' to the dogs there are still a few animals
Left out in the yard, but it's getting harder
To describe sailors to the underfed

Tropic corridor, tropic treasure
What got us this far, to this mild Equator?
We need someone or something new,
Something else to get us through

1st voice: 2nd voice: 3rd voice:

Callin' on the dogs,
callin' on the dogs,
But it's getting callin' on the dogs,
harder, callin' on the dogs,
callin' on the dogs
calling on the dogs
You gotta
Shoot at a few meet me Too late, baby!
animals
left out in the yard at the crossroads Too late!
but it's getting much
harder Gotta meet me
at the edge of town, Tropic corridor,
You'd better come along tropic treasure
outskirts of the city
Just you and I
We were so alone
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun Tropic corridor,
You'd better bring your tropic treasure
gun

"When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes
and make them sleep and cry."