Bob Dylan — Clean Cut Kid Empire Burlesque Alternate Take

Everybody wants to know why he couldn’t adjust Adjust to what, a dream that bust? He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did They said what’s up is down, they said what isn’t is They put ideas in his head he thought were his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did Hе went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout For his friends hе would turn his pockets inside out He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did They said, “Listen boy, you’re just a pup” They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills A jeep to drive, blood to spill They said “Congratulations, you got what it takes” They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did He bought the American dream but it was all wet The only game he could play was Russian roulette He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed He went to Hollywood to see Peter O’Toole He stole a Rolls-Royce and drove it in a swimming pool They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That’s what they did He could’ve sold insurance, owned a bakery or bar Could’ve been an accountant or a tennis star He was wearing boxing gloves, he took a dive one day Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay His mama weeps and cries, his daddy cries and moans They sleep together in a home they don’t own They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That’s what they did Well, they're asking me why he couldn’t adjust All he ever wanted was somebody to trust They said what’s up is down, they said what isn’t is They put ideas in his head he thought were his He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand They took a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That’s what they did He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That’s what they did