Band Of The Hand - Bob Dylan, The Heartbreakers

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

Well.

(It's Hell time, man)

(It's Hell time, man)

(It's Hell time, man)

(It's Hell time, man)

The blacks and the whites

The idiotic, the exotic

Wealth is a filthy rag

So erotic so unpatriotic

So wrapped up in the American flag

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb

Turning children into punks and slaves

Whose heroes and healers are rich dope dealers

Who should be put in their graves

Tell the truth now.

(It's Hell time, man)

Well, lookie here, honey

(It's Hell time, man)

(It's Hell time, man)

(It's Hell time, man)

Listen to me Mr. Pussyman

This might be your last night in a bed so soft

We’re not 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

Help me now.

(It's Hell time, man)

Ah, bring it to me honey

(It's Hell time, man)

For all of my brothers from Vietnam

And my uncles from World War II

I’d like to say that it’s countdown time now

And we’re gonna do what the law should do

And for you pretty baby

I know you’ve seen it all

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

Yeah.

(It's Hell time, man)

Be strong, baby

(It's Hell time, man)

Won’t take long, baby

(Band of the hand)

Ah, let me tell you now

(It's Hell time, man)

The war is here, honey

(Band of the hand)

Ah, go ahead now

(It's Hell time, man)

Be strong, baby

(Band of the hand)

It won’t be long, honey

(It's Hell time, man)

Be strong, baby