The Great Beauty Of Capitalism Lyrics & Chords By Jim Morrison

He blesses the boys, as they stand in line The smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine He's there to help them all that he can To make them feel wanted he's a good holy...read more

(Graham Gouldman) Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair. Thinking one thought only where is she tell me where. And if she says to you she don't love me just give...read more

Money, get away. get a good job with good pay and you're okay. money, it's a gas. grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. new car, caviar, four star daydream, think...read more

We are not like all the rest, you can see us any day of the week Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby, you don't have to speak I'd like to show you where it...read more