The Doors - Whiskey, Mystics and Men
Well I'll tell you a story
Of whiskey and mystics and men,
And about the believers,
And how the whole thing began.
First there were women and children obeying the moon,
Then daylight brought wisdom
And fever and sickness too soon.
You can try to remind me instead
Of the other you can,
You can help to insure
That we all insecure our command,
If you don't give a listen
I won't try to tell your new hand,
This is it, can't you see that we
All have our end in the band
And if all of the teachers and Preachers of wealth
Were arraigned
We could see quite a future
for me in the literal sands,
And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret,
Well we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse,
So I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must send away,
We must try to find a new answer instead of a way
