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.
(c) Jim Morrison – An American Prayer – The Doors