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Lyrics for Angelina by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 | | Track: | Angelina | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 170 | | | | Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances
My right hand drawing
back while my left hand advances
Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
To the
tune of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I
know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But whatever it could be, makes you think you've
seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two
slits that would make a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint as he walked
through the crowd
Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed
And the head of
a hyena
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind,
why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing about the man that you
seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants
where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey
flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your
subpoena
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to
love you, but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the
same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
There's a black Mercedes rollin'
through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall
man, where would you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
She
was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied and
her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a
blindfold
And so are you, Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see
pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see
the pale white horse
In God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of
course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat up them spiral
staircases
Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy
and weepin' in unholy places
Angelina
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