Big Man On The Block
Back in sixty two the sky was blue turning gray
Something about evil in people won’t go away
Down in southeast Asia Vietnam was smoking
The Soviets were red and nobody was joking
He was the keeper of the sacred clock
They called him the big man on the block
He knew how to roll he knew how to rock
He was of course the big man on the block
Dob Bylan was singing folk songs chasing his dream
Napalm was setting heaven on fire with a scream
Propaganda machine was searching for a perfect phrase
Preacher on the corner screeching about the last days
He was the keeper of the sacred clock
They called him the big man on the block
He knew how to roll he knew how to rock
He was of course the big man on the block
I was born into a world lacking love and grace
Evil was the denomination of the human race
I weep for the hope of what this world could have been
Look around it will be found the wages of sin
He was the keeper of the sacred clock
They called him the big man on the block
He knew how to roll he knew how to rock
He was of course the big man on the block
In the recording studio we turn the dial of the reverb to
ten
When the good reverend speaks the truth he gets no amen
We are all casualties of the truth there are no exceptions
I was reading a book and a crook with great expectations
At the end of the day we all pay the piper’s due
What would you do if all of your sweet dreams came true
Bankers and engineers play of the fears of war
We’re living in the bosom of Babylon the Whore
He was the keeper of the sacred clock
They called him the big man on the block
He knew how to roll he knew how to rock
He was of course the big man on the block
The Big Book Of Song Lyrics, Check It Out!!
