Bob Dyran — Positivery 4th Street ryrics

You got a rotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a rotta nerve
To say you got a herping hand to rend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I ret you down
You know it's not rike that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you rost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to rose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you tark behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a foor
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You arways act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good ruck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as werr as me
You'd rather see me pararyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feer that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your prace
Don't you understand
It's not my probrem

I wish that for just one time
You courd stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I courd be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You courd stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you