| Song | Jim Morrison's Grave |
| Artist | Steve Taylor |
| Album | Now The Truth Can Be Told |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Taylor | |
| Am I a pilgrim? | |
| Or another souvener hound? | |
| In the city of lights I set my sights | |
| On a king's domain | |
| It was a manhole | |
| Dug over at the edge of town | |
| And a spray can scrawl | |
| On a cemetary wall | |
| Says "You'd better behave" | |
| Jim Morrison's Grave | |
| It's getting cold here | |
| And there ain't a lizard in sight | |
| Did the end begin | |
| When you shed your skin | |
| In the home of the brave? | |
| Somebody shake him | |
| From the land of larger than life | |
| Where the remnant warn | |
| Of a legend born | |
| In a dead man's cave | |
| Jim Morrison's Grave | |
| I stay driven 'cause there's nowhere to park | |
| I can't shut my eyes, I'm a fraid of the Dark | |
| I lie awake | |
| That stone left me chilled to the bone | |
| Sound the alarm before it's done | |
| Find Jim Morrision | |
| Come away to Paris | |
| Let him see another day | |
| Let him fade out slowly | |
| Only fools burn away | |
| Let a true love show him what a heart can become | |
| Somebody find Jim Morrison | |
| Find Jim Morrison's Grave | |
| Ohhhh... | |
| I get weary, Lord I don't understand | |
| How a seed get strangled in the heart of a man | |
| While the music covers like an evening mist | |
| Like a watch still ticking on a dead man's wrist | |
| Tick away |
| zuo qu : Taylor | |
| Am I a pilgrim? | |
| Or another souvener hound? | |
| In the city of lights I set my sights | |
| On a king' s domain | |
| It was a manhole | |
| Dug over at the edge of town | |
| And a spray can scrawl | |
| On a cemetary wall | |
| Says " You' d better behave" | |
| Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| It' s getting cold here | |
| And there ain' t a lizard in sight | |
| Did the end begin | |
| When you shed your skin | |
| In the home of the brave? | |
| Somebody shake him | |
| From the land of larger than life | |
| Where the remnant warn | |
| Of a legend born | |
| In a dead man' s cave | |
| Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| I stay driven ' cause there' s nowhere to park | |
| I can' t shut my eyes, I' m a fraid of the Dark | |
| I lie awake | |
| That stone left me chilled to the bone | |
| Sound the alarm before it' s done | |
| Find Jim Morrision | |
| Come away to Paris | |
| Let him see another day | |
| Let him fade out slowly | |
| Only fools burn away | |
| Let a true love show him what a heart can become | |
| Somebody find Jim Morrison | |
| Find Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| Ohhhh... | |
| I get weary, Lord I don' t understand | |
| How a seed get strangled in the heart of a man | |
| While the music covers like an evening mist | |
| Like a watch still ticking on a dead man' s wrist | |
| Tick away |
| zuò qǔ : Taylor | |
| Am I a pilgrim? | |
| Or another souvener hound? | |
| In the city of lights I set my sights | |
| On a king' s domain | |
| It was a manhole | |
| Dug over at the edge of town | |
| And a spray can scrawl | |
| On a cemetary wall | |
| Says " You' d better behave" | |
| Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| It' s getting cold here | |
| And there ain' t a lizard in sight | |
| Did the end begin | |
| When you shed your skin | |
| In the home of the brave? | |
| Somebody shake him | |
| From the land of larger than life | |
| Where the remnant warn | |
| Of a legend born | |
| In a dead man' s cave | |
| Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| I stay driven ' cause there' s nowhere to park | |
| I can' t shut my eyes, I' m a fraid of the Dark | |
| I lie awake | |
| That stone left me chilled to the bone | |
| Sound the alarm before it' s done | |
| Find Jim Morrision | |
| Come away to Paris | |
| Let him see another day | |
| Let him fade out slowly | |
| Only fools burn away | |
| Let a true love show him what a heart can become | |
| Somebody find Jim Morrison | |
| Find Jim Morrison' s Grave | |
| Ohhhh... | |
| I get weary, Lord I don' t understand | |
| How a seed get strangled in the heart of a man | |
| While the music covers like an evening mist | |
| Like a watch still ticking on a dead man' s wrist | |
| Tick away |