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  • Текст песни Bob Dylan - Pay In Blood

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    Well I’m grinding my life out, steady and sure
    Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
    I’m drenched in the light that shines from the sun
    I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done
    Sooner or later you make a mistake,
    I’ll put you in a chain that you never will break
    Legs and arms and body and bone
    I pay in blood, but not my own.

    Night after night, day after day
    They strip your useless hopes away
    The more I take, the more I give
    The more I die, the more I live
    I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
    I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
    I’m circlin’ around the Southern Zone
    I pay in blood, but not my own.

    Low cards are what I’ve got
    But I’ll play this hand whether I like it or not
    I’m sworn to uphold the laws of God
    You can put me out in front of a firing squad
    I’ve been out and around with the rowdy men
    Just like you my handsome friend
    My head’s so hard, must be made of stone
    I pay in blood, but not my own.

    Another politician pumpin' out the piss
    Another ragged beggar blowin' you a kiss
    You've got the same eyes that your mother does
    If only you could prove who your father was
    Someone must've slipped a drug in your wine
    You gulped it down and you crossed the line
    Man can’t live by bread alone
    I pay in blood, but not my own.

    How I made it back home, nobody knows
    Or how I survived so many blows
    I’ve been through hell, what good did it do?
    You bastard! I’m supposed to respect you?
    I’ll give you justice, I’ll fatten your purse
    Show me your moral virtue first
    Hear me holler and hear me moan
    I pay in blood but not my own.

    You pet your lover in the bed
    Come here, I’ll break your lousy head
    Our nation must be saved and freed
    You’ve been accused of murder, how do you plead?
    This is how I spend my days
    I came to bury, not to praise
    I’ll drink my fill and sleep alone
    I play in blood, but not my own.

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