Джим Моррисон
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The Doors

The music was new



Black polished chrome



And came over the summer



Like liquid night.



The DJ's took pills to stay awake



And play for seven days



They went to the studio



And someone knew him



Someone knew the TV showman



He came to our homeroom party



And played records



And when he left in the hot noon sun



And walked to his car



We saw the chooks had written



F-U-C-K on his windshield



He wiped it off with a rag



And smiling cooly drove away



He's rich. Got a big car.



My gang will get you



Scenes of rape in the arroyo



Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings



Fights at the food stand



The dust



The shoes



Open shirts and raised collars



Bright sculptured hair.



Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...



I show you good time.



This place has everything. C'mon...



I show you.