Neighborhood bully (Bob Dylan)
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one manHis enemies say he's on their landThey got him outnumbered about a million to oneHe got no place to escape to, no place to runHe's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to surviveHe's criticized and condemned for being aliveHe's not supposed to fight back, supposed have thick skinHe's supposed to lay down & die when his door kicked inHe's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every landHe's wandered the earth an exiled manSeen his family scattered, his people hounded and tornHe's always on trial for just being bornHe's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticizedOld women condemned him, said he should apologizeThen he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was gladThe bombs were meant for him. He´s supposed feel badHe's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slimThat he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his backAnd a license to kill him is given out to every maniacHe's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really speak ofWhat he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of loveHe buys obsolete weapons and he won't be deniedBut no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his sideHe's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peaceThey pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must ceaseNow, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weepThey lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleepHe's the neighborhood bully.Every empire that's enslaved him is goneEgypt and Rome, even the great BabylonHe's made a garden of paradise in the desert sandIn bed with nobody, under no one's commandHe's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled uponNo contract he signed was worth that what it was written onHe took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealthTook sickness and disease and he turned it into healthHe's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause warPride and prejudice and superstition indeedThey wait for this bully like a dog waits for feedHe's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?Neighborhood bully, standing on the hillRunning out the clock, time standing stillNeighborhood bully.
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
