Kadinchey (Creep Crawl Flash Remix)

by Bob Dylan

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it [bad word] you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

He looks so [bad word]  is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it [bad word] you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so [bad word] [bad word] on out the dark is beginning.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it [bad word] you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.