Bob Dylan — Band of the Hand

(It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) Down these streets the fools rule There’s no freedom or self respect A knife’s point or a trip to the joint Is about all you can expect They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system’s just too damned corrupt It’s always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up Well... (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) The blacks and the whites Steal the other kids’ lives Wealth is a filthy rag So erotic so unpatriotic So wrapped up in the American flag The witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb Turns children into crooks and slaves Whose heroes and healers are real stoned dealers Who should be put in their graves Tell the truth now! (It's Hell time, man) Well, lookie here, honey (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) (It's Hell time, man) Listen to me Mr. Pusherman This might be your last night in a bed so soft There are pimps on the make, politicians on the take You can’t pay us off We’re gonna blow up your home of Voodoo And watch it burn without any regret We got the power, we’re the new government You just don’t know it yet Help me now! (It's Hell time, man) Ah, bring it to me honey (It's Hell time, man) For all of my brothers from Vietnam And my uncles from World War II I’ve got to say that it’s countdown time now We’re gonna do what the law should do And for you pretty baby, I know you've seen it all I know your story is too painful to share One day though you'll be talking in your sleep And when you do, I wanna be there Yeah! (It's Hell time, man) Be strong, baby (It's Hell time, man) Won't take long, baby (Band of the hand) Ah, let me tell you now (It's Hell time, man) The war is here, honey (Band of the hand) Ah, go ahead now (It's Hell time, man) Be strong, baby (Band of the hand) It won't be long, honey (It's Hell time, man) Be strong, baby