Jim Morrison's Grave - Steve Taylor

Am I a pilgrim?

Or another souvener hound?

In the city of lights I set my sights

On a king’s domain

It was a manhole

Dug over at the edge of town

And a spray can scrawl

On a cemetary wall

Says «You'd better behave»

Jim Morrison’s Grave

It’s getting cold here

And there ain’t a lizard in sight

Did the end begin

When you shed your skin

In the home of the brave?

Somebody shake him

From the land of larger than life

Where the remnant warn

Of a legend born

In a dead man’s cave

Jim Morrison’s Grave

I stay driven 'cause there’s nowhere to park

I can’t shut my eyes, I’m a fraid of the Dark

I lie awake

That stone left me chilled to the bone

Sound the alarm before it’s done

Find Jim Morrision

Come away to Paris

Let him see another day

Let him fade out slowly

Only fools burn away

Let a true love show him what a heart can become

Somebody find Jim Morrison

Find Jim Morrison’s Grave

Ohhhh…

I get weary, Lord I don’t understand

How a seed get strangled in the heart of a man

While the music covers like an evening mist

Like a watch still ticking on a dead man’s wrist

Tick away