| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange
promises, dying on the vine,
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad,
Ooh, I
can't stand it, I can't stand it,
It's makin' me feel so sad.
Dead man, dead
man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
Satan
got you by the heel, there's a 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 your head, cursin' God with every move,
Ooh,
I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
What are you tryin' to prove?
Dead man, dead
man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
The
glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin,
The ghetto that you build for me is the
one you end up in,
The race of the engine that overrules your heart,
Ooh, I can't stand
it, I can't stand it,
Pretending that you're so smart.
Dead man, dead man,
When
will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.
What are you tryin'
to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I
run?
The tuxedo that you're wearin', the flower in your lapel,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I
can't stand it,
You wanna take me down to hell.
Dead man, dead man,
When will
you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes |
