Mental Floss
The Doors Lyrics


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All deserters will be shot
at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
so get yourselves together
and quit messing around
No more nonsense!

The assassination occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
by the sad mildew cloud
that followed around

I wish I was back in the land of the...
of the...
Aaahm uhm...

You can't pin that one on me
I didn't do a goddamn thing
I was just standing there
Then a bunch of guys came up
and started laying all this shit on me
Now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American! You can't touch me!

Did you know all nuns are 42?
And their eyes are blue?
Did you know all table clothes
are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
Well, they do!
How does a musician imitate
the sound of underpants sliding
over a woman's thighs,
down over her ankles,
and over her little toes?
And the rings on her toes?
And her unquipped toe nails?

Lightning struck the magic purse
I didn't do a damn thing, man!
I was just standing there
in front of the 'Delicatessen'
and all these rabbies ran up
and a bunch of Indians and freaks
and monsters and f.... just started ...
mhmh... talking in all these weird languages...
What aah ... what ... could I say?

Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician
I wanna be Napoleon!
Let's have some more wars around here!
What a stinking, shitty little war we have running over there
Let's get a big one!
A real big one!
With a lotta killings and bombs and blood!

Schooldays...
Schooldays...
Good old-fashioned rule days...

Schooldays...




Schooldays...
Good old-fashioned rule days...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Doors' song "Mental Floss" are quite unusual and can be interpreted in many different ways. The song starts with a warning for deserters, who will be shot at five o'clock the next morning, urging them to get their act together and stop fooling around. The second verse describes an assassination where no one was present, and even the religious tapestries were left behind. The silence is disturbed only by the moldy cloud that seems to follow around the witnesses. In the third verse, the singer denies responsibility for something that has been laid on him, claiming that he was just standing there, and that he's an American, and nobody can touch him.


As the song progresses, the lyrics become more and more surreal. The singer starts to recite seemingly unconnected statements about nuns, tablecloths, and women's underpants. He wonders aloud how a musician can imitate the sound of underpants sliding down a woman's legs. The fourth verse describes the singer being accosted by a group of rabies, Indians, and freaks who start speaking in strange languages. And finally, the last verse expresses a desire for more wars, more killing, and more bloodshed.


The song is an excellent example of the surrealism and stream of consciousness that became synonymous with The Doors' style of music. Some critics have claimed that the song reflects the atmosphere of the time, with the Vietnam War raging and social and political upheavals taking place all over America. The lyrics seem to suggest that the world has lost its way, that everything is out of control, and that we are all just helpless victims of circumstance.


Line by Line Meaning

All deserters will be shot
If someone runs away, they will be executed


at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
This execution will happen at 5 tomorrow morning


so get yourselves together
Everyone should prepare themselves for this


and quit messing around
Stop fooling around


No more nonsense!
Stop acting foolish


The assassination occurred at 3.30
Someone was murdered at 3:30


No one was there to witness it
There were no witnesses present during the murder


Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
Even the religious books had been left behind


And we were all silenced
Everyone became quiet after the incident


by the sad mildew cloud
Everyone was affected by a sense of hopelessness or depression


that followed around
This feeling persisted


I wish I was back in the land of the...
I desire to return to a specific place


of the...
This place is not specified


Aaahm uhm...
The name of the desired place is unknown


You can't pin that one on me
I didn't do anything wrong


I didn't do a goddamn thing
I didn't do anything at all


I was just standing there
I was not engaged in any illegal activity


Then a bunch of guys came up
Several individuals approached me


and started laying all this shit on me
They started blaming me for something


Now what am I supposed to do?
What can I do in this situation?


I'm an American! You can't touch me!
I am an American citizen and have certain rights


Did you know all nuns are 42?
Did you know that nuns are forty-two years old?


And their eyes are blue?
They also commonly have blue eyes


Did you know all table clothes
All tablecloths are


are white in France?
White is the norm for French tablecloths?


Did you know women wear underpants?
It is common for women to wear undergarments?


Well, they do!
This is a fact


How does a musician imitate
How should a musician reproduce


the sound of underpants sliding
The specific sound of undergarments moving


over a woman's thighs,
As they're pulled over the woman's legs


down over her ankles,
Until they reach her feet


and over her little toes?
And cover her small toes too?


And the rings on her toes?
What about the jewelry on her toes?


And her unquipped toe nails?
Even if her nails aren't well-groomed?


Lightning struck the magic purse
Something sudden and unexpected happened


I didn't do a damn thing, man!
I didn't cause this incident


I was just standing there
I wasn't doing anything suspicious


in front of the 'Delicatessen'
Located near a delicatessen


and all these rabbies ran up
A group of people approached


and a bunch of Indians and freaks
There were individuals of different backgrounds and appearances


and monsters and f.... just started ...
Even some monstrous or unpleasant individuals


mhmh... talking in all these weird languages...
All these people spoke in strange tongues


What aah ... what ... could I say?
I was at a loss for words


Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician
I'm tired of being seen as unconventional


I wanna be Napoleon!
I want to be seen as powerful and influential


Let's have some more wars around here!
Let's involve ourselves in more conflicts


What a stinking, shitty little war we have running over there
The current war is unimpressive or poorly executed


Let's get a big one!
Let's aim for a much larger conflict


A real big one!
An enormous war


With a lotta killings and bombs and blood!
With a high death toll and a lot of weaponry


Schooldays...
Memories of school


Schooldays...
These memories continue


Good old-fashioned rule days...
Days when things were more structured or traditional




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