[Intro: singing] Never heard a man speak like this man before {*2X*} All the days of my life, ever since I been born I never heard a man speak like this man before {*echoes*} [Bob Dylan's "Ballad of a Thin Man"] You hand in your ticket, and you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you, when he hears you speak And says how does it feel to, be such a freak? And you say IMPOSSIBLE, as he hands you a bone And something is happening here but you don't know what is is Do you, Mr. Jones? [D-Sisive] It was quiet in Guyana, the silence was deafening The good men and women took their medicine Resting on their belief that the sedative Was their key straight to the pearly gates Instead of pounding on the bars screaming "Heaven, please let us in" They slept with a smile, a friendly grin The wind whistled, as the gray sky turned a reddish tint Bloodshed like raindrops The fun ends when the pain stops "Beach Blanket Bingo in the Graveyard" That's the name of the That's the name of the That's the name of the game, bingo But where did Jim go? What did Jim know? What if Jim spoke now? Would the kids close their windows to the mainstream And tote their thick skulls around their brick walls? Pink Floyd, or Peter Gabriel "Sledgehammer" a big hole through the bricks To expose themselves like a prick in a trenchcoat You don't need a weatherman To know which way the wind blows, said Zimmerman End quote So tell me, what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more