Text: The Doors. Morrison Hotel. Ship Of Fools.

The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon

Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last

Along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship
Come on people better climb on board
Come on babe we're not going home

Ship of fools
Ship of fools

The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog gone get you pretty soon

Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools, ship of fools

Climb on board
Ship's gonna leave you all, far behind
I gotta farm house for you
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools