THE LIZARD KING

A homage to Jim Morrison of the Doors

THE LIZARD KING

(HOMAGE TO JIM MORRISON)

By R. A.  Merritt

The Lizard King hissed and rasped and crept up from behind

And the heat shivered 'round about and made life seem sublime

And they listened to the vocals of that raging flashing poet

He was bound to a life so brief and they certain that he know it

Pursuing women and psychedelic pleasures getting higher and higher 

Wishing all that encounter him to set his life afire

And the sounds of the jungle they buzzing with danger near

As the music of their native land was pounding in their ear

And these olive drab warriors mere children if at all

Toked and reminisced and their life back there recalled

Driving down her freeways midnight alleys roamed

Crying in the darkness wishing to be back home

And the pounding beat sometimes scares them 

Though friends nearby alone

Sick of the endless carnage and wishing to be back home

And they wish they could mount that Crystal Ship 

And fly to the moon reside

Cruising among the stars on that slow rolling midnight ride

Come the morning they might be dead or take some poor fool's life

Dooming someone to sure eternity they bring this land but strife

They have no notion they hate it hate it just as they

And wish they could flee this instant and quickly fly away

Will it be that dear brothers or most assuredly it be the end

The end of us the end of us my gentle lonely friend

And they wish they were with some LA woman 

Had her curled up in their arms 

Drinking in her promised pleasures surrendering to her charms

They would tease each other and kindly verbal joust

As they listened to the music there in that road house 

You know they’d let it roll, let it roll all night long

And now the distant choppers sound and they wish they were back home

And now they know at last they’re just riders, riders on the storm

This troubling life they're living now was planned out

Before they were ever born

They know now it's just destiny they have no say it's gone

And best they just submit dear friend some day they be back home

One way they’ll be back home, one way they’ll be back home 

This is the end

Author's Note

The Doors was one of the groups that we quite often listened to while in Vietnam