| Song | Neighborhood Bully |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Outfidel Intakes (remastered Rough Cuts and Outfidels) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |