Jim Morrison -- Death of a Rock
JIM MORRISON--DEATH OF A ROCK
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak
for themselves, it's a game they can't win.
He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die
it's too bad that his heart is so black,
but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring
out the love that they've been holding back.
It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays
just as long as the music goes on,
and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while,
then he goes where the devil has gone.
All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad
but the glitter's too much for their mind
so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep
anyone for there's not one to find.
He could write every word of the songs we have heard
and he's led every daughter astray
to be part of his past and a love that won't last
and he lights every fire in his way..
Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was
as he died he's still misunderstood,
but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head,
and he rode out the storm as he should.
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