Song | Neighborhood Bully |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Outfidel Intakes (remastered Rough Cuts and Outfidels) |
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作词 : Dylan | |
Neighborhood Bully | |
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. |
zuo ci : Dylan | |
Neighborhood Bully | |
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. |
zuò cí : Dylan | |
Neighborhood Bully | |
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. |