Lyrics:

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
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 Other Is Travel, Da Da
one Is A Bandit Up In The Hills
one Is To Love Your Neighbor '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

ha Ha, He Bought A Little
yes, He Did
woo!
this Is The Best Part Of The Trip
this Is The Trip, The Best Part
i Really Like
what'd He Say
yeah!
yeah, Right!
pretty Good, Huh
huh!
yeah, I'm Proud To Be A Part Of This Number

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, Yeah

the Soft Parade Has Now Begun
listen To The Engines Hum
people Out To Have Some Fun
a Cobra On My Left
leopard On My Right, Yeah
-A