Teksty: The Doors. Not To Touch The Earth.

Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun,
Nothing left to do but run, run, run, let's run
Let's run

House upon the hill, moon is lying still,
Shadows of the trees, witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me, let's run
Run with me, run with me, run with me, let's run

The mansion is warm at the top of the hill,
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs,
And you don't know a thing till you get inside

Dead President's corpse in the driver's car,
The engine runs on glue and tar,
Come on along, not goin' very far,
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me, run with me, run with me. Let's run

Some outlaws live by the side of a lake,
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake,
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home!

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon,
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything.