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Neighborhood Bully by Bob Dylan
Well, the neighborhood
bully,
he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They
got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to,
no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully
just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's
not supposed to fight back,
he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed
to lay down and die
when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood
bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's
wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded
and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood
bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women
condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory,
nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it and
the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license
to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.
He
got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for,
he don't
get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But
no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want
peace,
They pray
for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to
fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved
him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden
of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled
upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took
the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease
and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's
anybody indebted to him for? Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed, They wait for this bully like a dog
waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear
so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the
moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out
the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.
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