An American Prayer Songtext
von Jim Morrison, music by The Doors

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 borne 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 copulation

Fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters
By placid admirals and that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV

The moon is 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


Oh, 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 and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap

Columbus groin got filled with green death
I touched her thigh and death smiled

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater
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