Bob Dylan

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers theyre trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul reveres horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans ive just been made
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, its not poison
Mamas in the factory, she aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley, hes lookin for food
Im in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well john the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the commander-in-chief
Saying tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying death to all those who would whimper and cry