She's walking down the street Blind to every eye she meets

Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar

The time you wait subtracts the joy Beheads the angels you destroy Angels fight, angels cry Angels dance and angels die

Try to give you peace of mind Only you tell me that you love me One more time

Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse Gonna have a real A good time

We're getting out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come

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.?

Persian night babe See the light, babe Save us

We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where the Pharaoh died

Seize the summer In your pride Take the winter In your stride

Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'

Try now, we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre

You'll be dead and in hell Before I'm born

Break on through to the other side Break on through

L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

I'm going to love you 'Til the stars fall from the sky For you and I

You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day

Wishful, sinful, wicked you Can't escape the blues

This is the strangest life I've ever known

Do it, Robby, do it!