The Doors - An American Prayer: chords

Em
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 born 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 lead
to slaughter by placid admirals
And that fat slow generals
are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

The moon is a 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 passioned flower
Cling to Cunts & Cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap
Columbus's groin got filled with green death
I touched her thigh and death smiled

Gm
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?