Shakespeare’s in the attic and Dylan’s of the past
All that remains is some bitten dogs and their barks
And some dying fires that where lit once in the past
And the bottoms of my pants sway with the sleeves on my hands
And the song in my guitar aint goin too far
In they alley I found an alley cat
I ran cause he knew I was the rat
Then invisible people selling alibis
You didn’t see me baby but I did walk by
you didn’t know at all but I was keepin an eye
Then at a bar I met the other guy
He said for another drink may your soul I buy?
Don’t you sweat don’t you fret you’ll be fine
All you have to do is wear a tie
And so I left him right there to cry
Then as the day chases the clock
I ran to where the madmen flock
Where shakespears still fantastic and Dylan’s atop the mast
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