Illusionsofthespleen

Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan When you've buried your body neck deep in the ground But your mind conjures time, building ripples in sound In the belly of science, where ends seldom stay In the bowels of religion, swallowed swiftly to pray Where you're brought to a boil, then tenderly fried And they ask you "Now son, are you on the right side?" Then you're seasoned with enzymes and bullshit and lies And you're placed on a platter devoured by eyes From the government's fishermen, they've wrung you out dry For they've bought and sold your medicine, just in time to see you die But your mind keeps on turning, and the music smells sweet Though they