Doors - Angels & Sailors lyrics

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