Bob Dylan Songtext
von Fallulah

Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don′t have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Come with your broken wings
I′ll let you fly with me
Trying to navigate
Above the surface of a shallow sea
One day I feel so lost
Next day pure ecstasy
Until I count the cost
'Cause nothing ever comes for free
Hypocrites, line 'em up
Fire up, take a shot
I don′t care anymore
What they say, have your way


Hypocrites, line ′em up
Fire up, take your shot
I don't care anymore
What they say
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don′t have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Come with your broken strings
I′ll let you play with me
Inside our lonely hearts
We all recover from a tragedy
Give me your secret tips
Tell me how I should be
Please let me in on it
I don't wanna be alone with all my greed
Hypocrites, line ′em up
Fire up, take your shot
I don't care anymore
What they say, have your way
Hypocrites, line 'em up
Fire up, take your shot
I don′t care anymore
What they say
Hypocrites, hypocrites
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don′t have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But you don′t wanna hear it
So you all give me hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And baby don't you know
I′ll try to sell you something
This is the Truman Show