Interpret:

Doors, The

Album:

An American Prayer

The music was new 
black polished chrome 
And came over the summer 
like liquid night. 
The DJ's took pills to stay awake 
and play for seven days 
They went to the studio 
And someone knew him 
Someone knew the TV showman 
He came to our homeroom party 
and played records 
And when he left in the hot noon sun 
and walked to his car 
We saw the chooks had written 
F-U-C-K on his windshield 
He wiped it off with a rag 
and smiling cooly drove away 
He's rich. Got a big car. 


My gang will get you 
Scenes of rape in the arroyo 
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings 
Fights at the food stand 
The dust 
the shoes 
Open shirts and raised collars 
Bright sculptured hair. 


Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon... 
I show you good time. 
This place has everything. C'mon... 
I show you.