So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministryI feel me slipping in and out of consciousnessGrow my hair, grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison,
grow my hair, I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be Jim Morrison.
Here we are with our running and confusion,
and I don't see no confusion anywhere.Karma police
arrest this girl,
her Hitler hairdo
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party.You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.What do you want from me now you got me
Now my fingers bleed now they stare at me
I'm a coward now
I hold my peaceCracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see it's beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out againThis is my final fit,
my final bellyache,with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.and i'm sorry for us
the dinosaurs roam the earth
the sky turns green
where i end and you begini am up in the clouds
i am up in the clouds
and i can't and i can't come downi can watch but not take part
where i end and where you start
where you, you left me alone
you left me alone.we want the sweet meats
we want the young bloodeverytime you close your eyes. i'm just a girl. sweat, baby sweat. baby went to amsterdam. standing in the way of control. There's some people that you just can't trust. But some people talk way too much. Take my advice, and listen up! It's part not giving in. Part trusting your friends.
