dead man, dead man
bob dylan
uttering idle words from a reprobate mind
clinging to strange promises
never being able to separate the good from the bad
it's making me feel so bad. dead man
dust upon your eyes. satan got you by the heel
there's bird's nest in your hair
do you have any faith at all? do you have any love to share?
the way that you hold you head
cursing god with every move
what are you trying to prove?
dust upon your eyes. the glamour and the bright lights
the ghetto that you build for me is the one you're living in
the race of the engine that overrules your heart
pretending that you're so smart. dead man
dust upon your eyes. what are you trying to overpower me with
my back is already to the wall
the tuxedo that you're wearing
you wanna take me down to hell. dead man