Mickey mice and mermaids
they are crowding up my mind
and pictures from the sweatshops
the crippled and the blind
the skateboys and the musclemen
they're out looking for a sign
the sounds of demolition
they are blinding
oh Sarah my love
with your green eyes so blue
fix your mascara
and find us some food
I don't mean to bark
I don't mean to be rude
but the gears in my brain
they are grinding
and old Eric's on the scaffold
with glue on his shoes
you were so angry and scared
and confused
while me I'm in the bedroom
with the Bob Dylan Blues
dance music and drum machines
are fouling up the air
with partyboy musings
and chocolate eclairs
the last honest man says
"that's all that I can bear"
and he tears up his notes and his findings
some mobbed up mortician
he is making the news
and the zeitgeist surfers
they are dazed and confused
a new rented stooge
pulls the rugmaster's ruse
but he's cool so nobody
minds him
daddy's out looking
for someone new he can abuse
with a curse on his breath
and blood on his shoes
while me I'm in the bedroom
with the Bob Dylan Blues
it's too late it's too late
it's too late it's too late
take pity on the bureaucrat
for his soul has been lost
dropped like a breath mint
down the throat of some boss
the price of a soul
but what is the true cost?
if the contract ain't legally binding
daddy's out looking
for someone new he can abuse
with booze on his breath
and blood on his shoes
while me I'm in the bedroom
with the Bob Dylan Blues
Eric's on the scaffold
with glue on his shoes
you were so angry and scared
and confused
while me I'm in the bedroom
with the Bob Dylan Blues
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