From: rking164@comcast.net   
      
   False Prophet   
   WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN   
      
   Another day without end - another ship going out   
   Another day of anger - bitterness and doubt   
   I know how it happened - I saw it begin   
   I opened my heart to the world and the world came in   
      
   Hello Mary Lou - Hello Miss Pearl   
   My fleet footed guides from the underworld   
   No stars in the sky shine brighter than you   
   You girls mean business and I do too   
      
   I’m the enemy of treason - the enemy of strife   
   I’m the enemy of the unlived meaningless life   
   I ain’t no false prophet - I just know what I know   
   I go where only the lonely can go   
      
   I’m first among equals - second to none   
   I’m last of the best - you can bury the rest   
   Bury ‘em naked with their silver and gold   
   Put ‘em six feet under and then pray for their souls   
      
   What are you lookin’ at - there’s nothing to see   
   Just a cool breeze encircling me   
   Let’s walk in the garden - so far and so wide   
   We can sit in the shade by the fountain side   
      
   I’ve searched the world over for the Holy Grail   
   I sing songs of love - I sing songs of betrayal   
   Don’t care what I drink - don’t care what I eat   
   I climbed a mountain of swords on my bare feet   
      
   You don’t know me darlin’ - you never would guess   
   I’m nothing like my ghostly appearance would suggest   
   I ain’t no false prophet - I just said what I said   
   I’m here to bring vengeance on somebody’s head   
      
   Put out your hand - there’s nothin’ to hold   
   Open your mouth - I’ll stuff it with gold   
   Oh you poor Devil - look up if you will   
   The City of God is there on the hill   
      
   Hello stranger - Hello and goodbye   
   You rule the land but so do I   
   You lusty old mule - you got a poisoned brain   
   I’m gonna marry you to a ball and chain   
      
   You know darlin’ the kind of life that I live   
   When your smile meets my smile - something’s got to give   
   I ain’t no false prophet - I’m nobody’s bride   
   Can’t remember when I was born and I forgot when I died   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)