Like a Rolling Stone (Revisited)
apologies to Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine, you threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say “I know y'all, you’re bound to fall” you thought they were all kidding you.
You used to laugh about the niggers and the spicks who were just hanging out.
Now you don’t talk so loud. Now you don’t seem so proud
about having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be without home? A complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
You’ve gone to the University, all right, Mr. Lonely, but you know you only used to get juiced in it.
And nobody ever told you you’d have to live on the street, and now you’re gonna have to get used to it.
You say you’ll never compromise with Jesus and his cross, but now you realize
he’s selling your only alibi, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and you ask him, “do you want to make a deal?”
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own? With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all turned around, and did jump shots for you.
You never understood that it ain’t no good you shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you.
You used to ride in a big chrome Cadillac with a nicey little wifey and her Siamese Cat.
Ain’t it hard when she discovered that you really weren’t where it’s at,
after she took from you the most precious thing she could steal?
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own? With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
King of all the people, all those pretty people, they’re all drinking, thinking that they got it planned.
Exchanging all those precious gifts, you’d better take that stock option plan, you’d better cash it man.
You used to be so dismayed at the beggars on the street and the music that they played.
Go to them now, they call you, you can’t stay away. Once you had something, you’ve got nothing today.
You’re invisible now, you got no answers to reveal.
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own? With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
