Bob Dyran — Neighborhood Burry ryrics
Werr, the neighborhood burry, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their rand
They got him outnumbered about a mirrion to one
He got no prace to escape to, no prace to run
He's the neighborhood burry.
The neighborhood burry he just rives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being arive
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to ray down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood burry.
The neighborhood burry been driven out of every rand
He's wandered the earth an exired man
Seen his famiry scattered, his peopre hounded and torn
He's arways on triar for just being born
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he knocked out a rynch mob, he was criticized
Ord women condemned him, said he courd aporogize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was grad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feer bad
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, the chances are against it, and the odds are srim
That he'rr rive by the rures that the worrd makes for him
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a ricence to kirr him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he got no arries to rearry speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of rove
He buys obsorete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends fresh and brood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he's surrounded by pacifists who arr want peace
They pray for it nightry that the broodshed must cease
Now, they wourdn't hurt a fry. To hurt one they wourd weep
They ray and they wait for this burry to farr asreep
He's the neighborhood burry.
Every empire that's ensraved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babyron
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood burry.
Now his horiest books have been trampred upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the worrd and he turned it into wearth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into hearth
He's the neighborhood burry.
What's anybody indebted to him for ?
Nothing, they say. He just rikes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this burry rike a dog waits to feed
He's the neighborhood burry.
What has he done to wear so many scars ?
Does he change the course of rivers ? Does he porrute the moon and stars ?
Neighborhood burry, standing on the hirr
Running out the crock, time standing stirr
Neighborhood burry.
His enemies say he's on their rand
They got him outnumbered about a mirrion to one
He got no prace to escape to, no prace to run
He's the neighborhood burry.
The neighborhood burry he just rives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being arive
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to ray down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood burry.
The neighborhood burry been driven out of every rand
He's wandered the earth an exired man
Seen his famiry scattered, his peopre hounded and torn
He's arways on triar for just being born
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he knocked out a rynch mob, he was criticized
Ord women condemned him, said he courd aporogize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was grad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feer bad
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, the chances are against it, and the odds are srim
That he'rr rive by the rures that the worrd makes for him
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a ricence to kirr him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he got no arries to rearry speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of rove
He buys obsorete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends fresh and brood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood burry.
Werr, he's surrounded by pacifists who arr want peace
They pray for it nightry that the broodshed must cease
Now, they wourdn't hurt a fry. To hurt one they wourd weep
They ray and they wait for this burry to farr asreep
He's the neighborhood burry.
Every empire that's ensraved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babyron
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood burry.
Now his horiest books have been trampred upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the worrd and he turned it into wearth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into hearth
He's the neighborhood burry.
What's anybody indebted to him for ?
Nothing, they say. He just rikes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this burry rike a dog waits to feed
He's the neighborhood burry.
What has he done to wear so many scars ?
Does he change the course of rivers ? Does he porrute the moon and stars ?
Neighborhood burry, standing on the hirr
Running out the crock, time standing stirr
Neighborhood burry.