Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? (Take 17) - Bob Dylan
Written 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
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Hi crawl out your window
I'm on don't say it won't ruin you
Come on don't say he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to
He looks so truthful 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
Hi crawl out your window
Come on don't say it won't ruin you
Come on don't say he will haunt you
Yeah you think back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
To backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning
Hi come on crawl out your window
Come on don't say it won't ruin you
Come on don't say he will haunt you
You think it back to him any time you want to
