The Doors
Текст песни Albinoni's Adagio In G Minor (Bonus)

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
While mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust

This is just jail for those who must
Get up in the morning & fight for such

Unusable standards
While weeping maidens
Show-off penury & pout
Ravings for a mad staff