The Doors — Whiskey Mystics and Men

Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men Da-da-dah And about the believers and how the whole thing began Da-da-dah First there were women and children obeying the moon Da-da-dah Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon Da-da-dah You can try to remind me instead of the other you can Da-da-dah You can help to insure that we all insecure our command Da-da-dah If you don't give a listen, I won't try to tell your new hand Da-da-dah This is it, can't you see that we all have our ends in the band? Da-da-dah Da-da-dah Da-da-dah And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret Da-da-dah Well, we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse Da-da-dah So, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must send away Da-da-dah We must try to find a new answer instead of a way