Bob Dylan performing Pay in Blood first released on the album Tempest in 2012. >In one of his most vicious songs ever, Dylan conjures a demonic figure – military brass, politician, CEO, pick your poison – while guitars glint like a switchblade< ( American Rolling Stone Magazine) Original Lyrics down below. Well Im grinding my life out, steady and sure Nothing more wretched than what I must endure Im drenched in the light that shines from the sun I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done Sooner or later you make a mistake, Ill put you in a chain that you never will break Legs and arms and body and bone I pay in blood, but not my own Night after night, day after day They strip your useless hopes away The more I take the more I give The more I die the more I live I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim I got dogs could tear you limb from limb Im circlin around the Southern Zone I pay in blood, but not my own. Low cards are what Ive got But Ill play this hand whether I like it or not Im sworn to uphold the laws of God You could put me out in front of a firing squad Ive been out and around with the rising men Just like you my handsome friend My heads so hard, must be made of stone I pay in blood, but not my own Another politician coming out the abyss another angry beggar blowing you a kiss you got the same eyes that your mother does if only you could prove who your father was Someone must of slipped a drug in yer wine you gulped it down and you cross the line man cant live by bread alone I pay in blood, but not my own How I made it back home, nobody knows or how I survived so many blows Ive been thru Hell, What good did it do? You bastard!!! Im supposed to respect you! ll give you justice, Ill fathom your purse Show me your moral that you reversed Hear me holler and hear me moan I pay in blood but not my own You get your lover in the bed Come here Ill break your lousy head Our nation must be saved and freed Youve been accused of murder, how do you plead? This is how I spend my days I came to bury, not to raise Ill drink my fill and sleep alone I play in blood, but not my own
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 22:36:47 +0000
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