The Doors was one of the most representative psychedelic rock bands of all time. Their trademark is the dramatic, haunting sound, sustained by poetic lyrics.
The Hitchhiker - The Doors
Album: An American Prayer
genre: Rock
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And levelled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. How are you doing? I just got back into town L.A
I was out in the desert for awhile
Riders on the storm
Yeah. In the middle of it
Riders on the storm
Right
Into this world, we’re born
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
Into this world, we’re thrown
When I was out in the desert, ya know
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
I don’t know how to tell you
Riders on the storm
But, ah, I killed somebody
There’s a killer on the road
No
His brain is squirming like a toad
It’s no big deal, you know
I don’t think anybody will find out about it, but
Take a long holiday
Just, ah
Let your children play
This guy gave me a ride, and ah
If you give this man a ride
Started giving me a lot of trouble
Sweet family will die
And I just couldn’t take it, you know
Killer on the road
And I wasted him
Yeah
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