SEE THE DEAD MAN

See the dead man lying on the street
You know what he’s got you don’t want it
Crushed piece of paper a poem in his pocket
The truth that it speaks you don’t want it
You don’t want it

Because you have closed the door
You don’t want to hear anymore
You have become a real bore
Because you don’t listen to the Doors

Steel and cement slicking up the city
You’re slipping and you’re sinking you don’t know it
The world don’t care if you’re not there
You’re afraid to show that you know
You don’t know it

Because you have closed the door
You don’t want to hear anymore
You have become an authentic bore
Because you don’t listen –-  to the Doors

And the world as we know it
Is coming to an end
Can you face your end
Can you make it with your end
With your end