Ray Manzarek

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it

Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends or life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

All right, wait a second.
We have a long show, we have a hell of a show for you. A beautiful thing.
All right, now look, look, we've...we've seen a lot of things happened in the city,
and everything's turned around. Everything's beautiful.
Nobody thought we'd be able to bring the Doors here, and we did.
But we've got a couple of thi... Wait a second man!
Look, we've just got a couple of little things that we've gotta tell you about.
The fire-marshal is not gonna let this show go on,
and I just had a long meeting with him, and man,
this is no joke, you either gotta sit down, and you gotta go back to your seats,
you gotta make isles, and that's it man. You gotta move back.
Hey look! Hey look!
Wait a second, hold on! Let's have a little help, man.
Come on, everybody go back to their seats. People are gonna get hurt up here,
they're gonna pass out.
Now we don't want that man, and the Doors don't want that either.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Doors!
Now hold it, we've gotta tune up.
Hey Philadelphia!
Do you feel all right?