| Song | Albinoni's Adagio In G Minor |
| Artist | The Doors |
| Album | Perception |
| We can invent | |
| Kingdoms of our owngrand purple thrones, those chairs of lust& love we must, in beds of rust | |
| Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams& muzak, | |
| AM, rocks their dreams | |
| No black men's pride to hoist the beamswhile mocking angels sift what seems | |
| To be a collage of magazine dust | |
| Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust | |
| This is just jail for those who mustget up in the morning & fight for such | |
| Unusable standards | |
| While weeping maidens | |
| Show-off penury & pout | |
| Ravings for a mad staff |