The Wasp

Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance,
Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream,
I love the friends I have gathered together on this
thin raft,
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our
escaping,
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered,
They are saying, "Forget the night,
Live with us in forests of azure,
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."

Listen to this, and I'll tell you about the heartache,
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God,
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
The meager food for souls forgot,
I'll tell you about the maiden with raw iron soul.

[The Wasp - The Doors]