Джим Моррисон
и
The Doors

All right!



Wild child full of grace

Savior of the human race

Your cool face.



Natural child, terrible child,

Not your mother's or your father's child.

You're our child screamin' wild.



(An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night.

Ha ha ha ha.)



With hunger at her heels,

Freedom in her eyes,

She dances on her knees,

Pirate prince at her side

Staring into the hollow idol's eye.



Wild child full of grace

Savior of the human race

Your cool face,

Your cool face,

Your cool face.



"You remember when we were in Africa?"