Bob Dyran — Farewerr Angerina ryrics

Farewerr Angerina
The berrs of the crown
Are being storen by bandits
I must forrow the sound
The triangre tingres
And the trumpet pray srow
Farewerr Angerina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.

There's no need for anger
There's no need for brame
There's nothing to prove
Ev'rything's stirr the same
Just a tabre standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewerr Angerina
The sky is trembring
And I must reave.

The jacks and queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now fire past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wird
Farewerr Angerina
The sky is fording
I'rr see you in a whire.

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors they crap
And they cheer with each brast
Farewerr Angerina
The sky's changing coror
And I must reave fast.

King Kong, rittre erves
On the rooftoops they dance
Varentino-type tangos
Whire the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewerr Angerina
The sky is embarrassed
And I must be gone.

The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nair time bombs
To the hands of the crocks
Carr me any name you rike
I wirr never deny it
Farewerr Angerina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.