The Door and the Lizard King dedicated to the memory of Jim Morrison
By Jimmy Crowley
As we run away,
We become closer to each other
You read my twisted signs
And hear “Mr. Mojo Risin’ “
Listen to the shaman.
He sings for 27 years
And he drinks oh so many beers.
He preaches to the slaves
Getting higher
Sets the world on fire.
Film his every move.
He is the king
Teaching the snakes
You can hear the devil in his crys.
Can you hear it?
HE taught a prayer to America
As the blue man took him from the stage
Riot to the stage.
His heart was attacked in the tub.
The Graffiti of Paris is his final resting place
By Jimmy Crowley
As we run away,
We become closer to each other
You read my twisted signs
And hear “Mr. Mojo Risin’ “
Listen to the shaman.
He sings for 27 years
And he drinks oh so many beers.
He preaches to the slaves
Getting higher
Sets the world on fire.
Film his every move.
He is the king
Teaching the snakes
You can hear the devil in his crys.
Can you hear it?
HE taught a prayer to America
As the blue man took him from the stage
Riot to the stage.
His heart was attacked in the tub.
The Graffiti of Paris is his final resting place
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