Bob Dylan

Band Of The Hand (It's Hell Time Man!)
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Down these streets the fools rule There's no freedom or self respect A knife's point or a trip to the joint Is about all you can expect They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand The blacks and the whites Steal the other kids' lives Wealth is a filthy rag So erotic so unpatriotic So wrapped up in the American flag SongtexteThe witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb Turns children into crooks and slaves Whose heroes and healers are real stoned dealers Who should be put in their graves Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Listen to me Mr. Pusherman This might be your last night in a bed so soft There are pimps on the make, politicians on the take You can't pay us off We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo And watch it burn without any regret We got the power, we're the new government You just don't know it yet Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand For all of my brothers from Vietnam And my uncles from World War II I've got to say that it's countdown time now We're gonna do what the law should do And for you pretty baby I know your story is too painful to share One day though you'll be talking in your sleep And when you do, I wanna be there Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Aus Songtexte Mania