Combine two songs into one.

This is "Lament" by Jim Morrison mashed with "Late Lament" by the Moody Blues.

Lament for my cock:
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Sore and crucified.
Watch lights fade from every room.

I seek to know you, aquiring soulful wisdom.
Bedsitter people look back and lament.
You can open walls of mystery --Stripshow.
Another day's useless energy spent.

How to aquire death in the morning show?
TV death which the child absorbs.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;
Deathwell mystery which makes me write.
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night
New mother picks up and suckles her son.
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Guitar player, ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock;
Caress it's lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen lost cells,
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night.
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart,
And give the great gift--
Words, power, trance,
Removes the colors from our sight.

This stable friend and the beast of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowering in their summit,
Monsters of skin.
Each color connects,
Red is grey and yellow white,
To create the boat
Which rocks the race.
Could any hell be more horrible
Than now
And real?
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled.
Death, old friend,
Breathe deep the gathering gloom;
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom, luxury, romance--

Watch lights fade from every room.
Sentence upon sentence
Bedsitter people look back and lament;
Words are the healing lament.
Another day's useless energy spent,
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one.
Words got me the wound and will get me well.
Lonely man cries for love and has none---
If you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cock,
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Red is grey and yellow white.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.