| Joker man takes off his mask
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| Reveals a car salesman and at last says
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| «Grow up, son, you know it’s just a masquerade, now
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| Be a good boy and get me and the boss a gatorade»
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| You can work up quite a thirst
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| Watching all 'em bubbles burst
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| He tweeted «Son, I don’t like to see you bitter»
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| But if you wanna get in this kind of shape
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| Well, it’s abstinence and a protein shake
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| Or you could lose your appetite
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| Watching wrong pass for right
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| Yeah, you could lose your appetite
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| Watching wrong pass for right
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| Save me a place at the bar
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| Bobby Dylan who was selling cars
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| All hail with stripes and with stars
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| Bobby Dylan who was selling cars
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| Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures
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| Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture
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| And what we fiddle as corporations
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| Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial
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| All men are created equal, more or less
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| Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless!
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| Don’t call me a hypocrite, naive
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| You can take this good as given, still believe
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| Mo-Town slam pictures of Lucky 7
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| While a beleaguered Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven
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| I have learned the victor’s secrets
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| You show panties and still remain a Jesus
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| Save me a place at the bar
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| Bobby Dylan who was selling cars
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| All hail with stripes and with stars
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| Bobby Dylan who was selling cars
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| I don’t wanna complain
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| But this old world seems strange
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| The writing on the wall, I think
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| Was written to disappearing ink
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| I’m sure your morals are beyond reproach
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| But it’s not like I’m asking you to fly coach
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| I know it’s uncool not to be ironic
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| And I know that you’re bulletproof iconic
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| I really shouldn’t be throwing stones — no
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| Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones
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| We’re all guilty of sin
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| After we’ve forced someone to keep from getting in
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| And those who used to hustle hope
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| Fashion nooses now out of a velvet rope
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| But I guess there’s nothing much to do
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| Cause only you can write the song to get to you
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| I guess there’s nothing much to do
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| Cause only you can write the song to get to you
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| Save me a place at the bar
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| Bobby Dylan who was selling cars
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| Well, I guess I should be goin'
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| Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Positively Madison Avenue , by - David Duchovny. Song from the album Hell Or Highwater, in the genre Иностранный рок