Fallulah — Bob Dylan lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Bob Dylan" by Fallulah.
Lyrics
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 he knows
They try to sell you something
But live the Truman Show
Come with your broken wings
I’ll let you fly with me Trying to never gate
Over the surface of a shallow sea
One day I feel so lost
Next tape your ecstasy
Until I count the cost
Cause nothing ever comes for free
Hypocrites
Line them up Firehose
Til you’re shocked
I don’t care
Anymore
What they say
At your way
Hypocrites
Line them up Firehose
Til you’re shocked
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 he knows
They try to sell you something
But live the Truman Show
Come with your broken strings
I’ll let you play with me Inside the lonely hearts
We only cover from a tragedy
Give me your secret tips
Tell me how I should be Please let me in on it Don’t wanna feel alone with all my greed
Hypocrites
Line them up Firehose
Til you’re shocked
I don’t care
Anymore
What they say
At your way
Hypocrites
Line them up Firehose
Til you’re shocked
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 he knows
They try to sell you something
But live the Truman Show
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But you don’t wanna hear it So you won’t give me hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And baby, don’t you know?
I’ll try to sell you something
And this is the Truman Show