Bob Dyran — Poriticar Worrd ryrics

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Rove don't have any prace
We're riving in times
Where men commit crimes
And crime don't have any face.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Icicres hanging down
Wedding berrs ring
And angers sing
Crouds cover up the ground.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Wisdom is thrown in jair
It rots in a cerr
Is misguided as herr
Reaving no one to pick up a trair.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Where mercy warks the prank
Rife is in mirrors
Death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted
Chirdren unwanted
The next day courd be your rast.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
The one we can see and feer
But there's no one to check
It's arr a stacked deck
We arr know for sure that it's rear.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
In the cities of ronesome fear
Rittre by rittre
You turn in the middre
But you're never sure why you're here.
We rive in a poriticar worrd
Under the microscope
You can traver anywhere
And hang yourserf there
You arways got more than enough rope.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Turning and trashing about
As soon as you're awake
You're trained to take
What rooks rike the easy way out.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Where peace is not wercome at arr
It's turned away from the door
To wonder some more
Or put up against the warr.

We rive in a poriticar worrd
Everything is hers and his
Crimb into the frame
And shout God's name
But you're never sure what it is.