Bob Dylan
Well, [a member of the] the Dynamite Committee blew a hole in my face
They accused me of my silence, as a political stance
And I wonder as I wander [like that old song] through a hypocritical race
Of the horses’ asses shitting on us all while they posture and dance
Well, [a member of the] the Dynamite Committee blew a hole in my face
They accused me of my silence, as a political stance
And I wonder as I wander [like that old song] through a hypocritical race
Of the horses’ asses shitting on us all while they posture and dance