Todd Snider

Poor Phil Ochs, sad and low
Hands in his pockets, wonderin where to go
Watching those tail lights leave him behind
Thrown for the limosene for speaking his mind
Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can
At the corner of hero and also ran
A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
Its warm in the limosene, cold on the streets of
Thin wild mercury
And gold lame
Where things will go your way
Or they wont
Thin wind mercury
And gold lame
You know what they say
Or you dont
It was all over some new Dylan song
That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong
Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist
"Phil, you aint a writer, youre a journalist"
Death of a rebel, twist of fate
If he ever thought better, he thought too late
Poor Phil Ochs, he slipped through the cracks
Judas went electric and he never looked back on....
Thin wild mercury
And gold lame
Where things will go your way
Or they wont
Thin wild mercury
And gold lame
You konw what they say
Or you dont
No, you dont
No, you dont
[ Thin Wild Mercury Lyrics ]