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
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns
made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead
ev'ry time we meet Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions, Are they lost or are they found, have they counted
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine
Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock,
You may be an ambassador to England or France, You may like to gamble, you might like to dance, You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You
Lovers we got to be, lovers we are. I just wanna be one of those little stars One of those stars, that'll be just fine.... All you gotta do is hang
Quiet es a mouse Gentle es a lamb Happy es a clam Dead es a... Doorknob Roses am red Violets are blue I hung myself So fuck you DEAD BOB Button up
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
Quiet es a mouse Gentle es a lamb Happy es a clam Dead es a... Doorknob Roses am red Violets are blue I hung myself So fuck you DEAD BOB
'ry time we meet Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead
Traduzione: Bob. Wake Up The Dead.
Traduzione: Dylan, Bob. Dead Man, Dead Man.
