MENTAL FLOSS 
(Morrison - 1970) 
  
All deserters will be shot at five o'clock 
So get yourselves together and quit messing around 
No more nonsense 
The assassination occurred at three thirty 
No one was there to witness it 
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window 
And we were all silenced by the sad mildew cloud that followed around 
  
I wish I was back in the land of the... of the... 
  
You can't pin that one on me 
I didn't do a goddamn thing, I was just standing there 
And a bunch of guys came up and started laying all this shit on me 
Now, what am I supposed to do? 
I'm an American, you can't touch me 
  
Did you know all nuns are forty-two and their eyes are blue? 
Did you know all table clothes are white and franc? 
Did you know women wear underpants? They do 
How does a musician imitate the sound of underpants? 
Sliding over a woman's thighs, down over her ankles and over her little toes 
And the rings on her toes and her unclipped toenails 
  
Lightning struck the magic purse 
  
I didn't do a damn thing, man, I was just standing there in front of the delicatessen 
And all these rabies ran up 
And a bunch of Indians and freaks and monsters and... 
Just started talking in all these weird languages 
What could I say? 
  
Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician, I wanna be Napoleon 
Let's have some more wars around here 
What a stinking shitty little warwe have running over there 
Let's get a big one 
A real big one with a lot of killings and bombs and blood 
  
Schooldays 
Good old fashioned ruledays