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Dylan sang this with the Dead but they never covered it on their own.

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Bob Dylan
Music By
Bob Dylan
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Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
It's makin' me feel so sad

Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust upon your eyes

Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair (note 1)
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
What are you tryin' to prove?

The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in
The race of the engine that overrules your heart
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
Pretending that you're so smart

What are you tryin' to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you're wearin', the flower in your lapel
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
You wanna take me down to hell

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    Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind
    Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine
    Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad
    Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
    It's makin' me feel so sad

    Dead man, dead man
    When will you arise?
    Cobwebs in your mind
    Dust upon your eyes

    Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair (note 1)
    Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
    The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move
    Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
    What are you tryin' to prove?

    The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin
    The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in
    The race of the engine that overrules your heart
    Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
    Pretending that you're so smart

    What are you tryin' to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
    My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
    The tuxedo that you're wearin', the flower in your lapel
    Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
    You wanna take me down to hell

    Dylan sang this with the Dead but they never covered it on their own.