Written by: David Duchovny
Album: Hell or Highwater
Jokerman takes off his mask
reveals a car salesman at last
says, "grow up son, you know it's just a masquerade
now be a good boy and get me and the boss a gatorade
you can work up quite a thirst
watching all them bubbles burst.”
I was following Gandhi on the twitter
he tweeted, "son, I don't like to see you bitter
but if you wanna get in this kinda shape
well, it's abstinence and a protein shake
or you could lose your appetite
watching wrong pass for right”
yeah, you could lose your appetite
watching wrong pass for right
Save me a place at the bar
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
all hail the stripes and the stars
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
Lawyers, critics, bloggers, vultures,
pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture
in Rome we fiddle, as corporations
pull out to other nations, give mother earth a facial
all men are created equal (more or less)
free to negotiate a sequel (god bless)
Don't call me a hypocrite naive
you can take as good as give and still believe
motown slim pitches a lucky seven
while a beleaguered Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven
oh I have learned the victors' secrets
you can shill panties and still remain a genius
Save me a place at the bar
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
all hail the stripes and the stars
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
I don't wanna complain
but this whole world seems strange
the writing on the wall I think
was written in disappearing ink I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach
but it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach
I know it's uncool not to be ironic
and I know that you're bulletproof iconic
I really shouldn't be throwin' stones
‘cause chasin' spooks on fox I made my bones
we’re all guilty as sin
of looking for someone we can keep from gettin' in
and those who used to hustle hope
fashion nooses now out of the velvet rope
he tweeted, "son, I don't like to see you bitter
but if you wanna get in this kinda shape
well, it's abstinence and a protein shake
or you could lose your appetite
watching wrong pass for right”
yeah, you could lose your appetite
watching wrong pass for right
Save me a place at the bar
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
all hail the stripes and the stars
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
Lawyers, critics, bloggers, vultures,
pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture
in Rome we fiddle, as corporations
pull out to other nations, give mother earth a facial
all men are created equal (more or less)
free to negotiate a sequel (god bless)
Don't call me a hypocrite naive
you can take as good as give and still believe
motown slim pitches a lucky seven
while a beleaguered Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven
oh I have learned the victors' secrets
you can shill panties and still remain a genius
Save me a place at the bar
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
all hail the stripes and the stars
Bobby Dylan was sellin' cars
I don't wanna complain
but this whole world seems strange
the writing on the wall I think
was written in disappearing ink I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach
but it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach
I know it's uncool not to be ironic
and I know that you're bulletproof iconic
I really shouldn't be throwin' stones
‘cause chasin' spooks on fox I made my bones
we’re all guilty as sin
of looking for someone we can keep from gettin' in
and those who used to hustle hope
fashion nooses now out of the velvet rope
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