The Doors Hour for Magic Lyrics:
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
and velvet hour
We of the arabic
pleasure's breed
We of the
sundome and the
nightGive us
greed
To beleive
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred huies
a rich mandala
for me and you
and your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
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and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in hte good old days
We still recieve
In little ways
The things of Kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom
exists in a school
book
Did you know madmen are
running our prison
within a jail, within a gaol
within a white protestant
maelstrom
We're perched
headlong on the edge
of boredom
We're reacing for
death on the end of
a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
Lyrics: Hour for Magic, The Doors [end]