An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom Have you been borne yet and are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals and fats slow generals are Getting obscene on young blood? Do you know we are ruled by T.V.? The moon is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour To perform our art and perfect our lives The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying We live, we die and death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling to Cunts and cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus groin got filled with green death I touched her thigh and death smiled We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed, the windows kept and only one of all the rest To dance and save us with the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam Free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine The New Wine Dying on the vine --- An American Prayer - The Doors