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verse 1] |
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it was a dark day in dallas, november 63 |
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a day that will live on in infamy |
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president kennedy was a-ridin high |
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good day to be livin and a good day to die |
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being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb |
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he said, "wait a minute, boys, you know who i am?" |
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"of course we do, we know who you are!" |
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then they blew off his head while he was still in the car |
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shot down like a dog in broad daylight |
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was a matter of timing and the timing was right |
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you got unpaid debts, weve come to collect |
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were gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect |
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well mock you and shock you and well put it in your face |
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weve already got someone here to take your place |
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the day they blew out the brains of the king |
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thousands were watching, no one saw a thing |
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it happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise |
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right there in front of everyones eyes |
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greatest magic trick ever under the sun |
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perfectly executed, skillfully done |
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wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl |
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rub-a-dub-dub, its a murder most foul |
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[verse 2] |
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hush, little children, youll understand |
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the beatles are comin, theyre gonna hold your hand |
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slide down the banister, go get your coat |
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ferry cross the mersey and go for the throat |
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theres three bums comin all dressed in rags |
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pick up the pieces and lower the flags |
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im goin to woodstock, its the aquarian age |
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then ill go to altamont and sit near the stage |
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put your head out the window, let the good times roll |
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theres a party going on behind the grassy knoll |
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stack up the bricks, pour the cement |
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dont say dallas dont love you, mr. president |
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put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas |
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try to make it to the triple underpass |
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blackface singer, whiteface clown |
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better not show your faces after the sun goes down |
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up in the red light district, theyve got cop on the beat |
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living in a nightmare on elm street |
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when youre down on deep ellum, put your money in your shoe |
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dont ask what your country can do for you |
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cash on the ballot, money to burn |
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dealey plaza, make a left-hand turn |
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im going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride |
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the place where faith, hope, and charity died |
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shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can |
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see if you can shoot the invisible man |
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goodbye, charlie! goodbye, uncle sam! |
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frankly, miss scarlett, i dont give a damn |
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what is the truth, and where did it go? |
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ask oswald and ruby, they oughta know |
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"shut your mouth," said the wise old owl |
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business is business, and its a murder most foul |
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[verse 3] |
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tommy, can you hear me? im the acid queen |
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im riding in a long, black lincoln limousine |
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ridin in the backseat next to my wife |
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heading straight on in to the afterlife |
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im leaning to the left, i got my head in her lap |
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hold on, ive been led into some kind of a trap |
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where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give |
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were right down the street, from the street where you live |
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they mutilated his body and they took out his brain |
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what more could they do? they piled on the pain |
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but his soul is not there where it was supposed to be at |
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for the last fifty years theyve been searchin for that |
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freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me |
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i hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free |
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send me some lovin, then tell me no lie |
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throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by |
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wake up, little susie, lets go for a drive |
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cross the trinity river, lets keep hope alive |
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turn the radio on, dont touch the dials |
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parkland hospital, only six more miles |
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you got me dizzy, miss lizzy, you filled me with lead |
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that magic bullet of yours has gone to my head |
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im just a patsy like patsy cline |
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never shot anyone from in front or behind |
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ive blood in my eye, got blood in my ear |
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im never gonna make it to the new frontier |
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zapruders film i seen night before |
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seen it thirty-three times, maybe more |
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its vile and deceitful, its cruel and its mean |
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ugliest thing that you ever have seen |
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they killed him once and they killed him twice |
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killed him like a human sacrifice |
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the day that they killed him, someone said to me, "son |
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the age of the antichrist has only begun." |
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air force one coming in through the gate |
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johnson sworn in at 2:38 |
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let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel |
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it is what it is, and its murder most foul |
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whats new, pussycat? whatd i say? |
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i said the soul of a nation been torn away |
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and its beginning to go into a slow decay |
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and that its 36 hours past judgment day |
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wolfman jack, speaking in tongues |
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hes going on and on at the top of his lungs |
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play me a song, mr. wolfman jack |
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play it for me in my long cadillac |
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play me that "only the good die young" |
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take me to the place tom dooley was hung |
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play st. james infirmary and the court of king james |
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if you want to remember, you better write down the names |
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play etta james, too. play "id rather go blind" |
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play it for the man with the telepathic mind |
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play john lee hooker. play "scratch my back." |
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play it for that strip club owner named jack |
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guitar slim going down slow |
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play it for me and for marilyn monroe |
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play "please dont let me be misunderstood" |
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play it for the first lady, she aint feeling any good |
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play don henley, play glenn frey |
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take it to the limit and let it go by |
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play it for carl wilson, too |
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looking far, far away down gower avenue |
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play tragedy, play "twilight time" |
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take me back to tulsa to the scene of the crime |
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play another one and "another one bites the dust" |
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play "the old rugged cross" and "in god we trust" |
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ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road |
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stand there and wait for his head to explode |
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play "mystery train" for mr. mystery |
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the man who fell down dead like a rootless tree |
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play it for the reverend; play it for the pastor |
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play it for the dog that got no master |
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play oscar peterson. play stan getz |
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play "blue sky"; play dickey betts |
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play art pepper, thelonious monk |
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charlie parker and all that junk |
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all that junk and "all that jazz" |
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play something for the birdman of alcatraz |
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play buster keaton, play harold lloyd |
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play bugsy siegel, play pretty boy floyd |
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play the numbers, play the odds |
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play "cry me a river" for the lord of the gods |
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play number 9, play number 6 |
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play it for lindsey and stevie nicks |
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play nat king cole, play "nature boy" |
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play "down in the boondocks" for terry malloy |
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play "it happened one night" and "one night of sin" |
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theres 12 million souls that are listening in |
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play "merchant of venice", play "merchants of death" |
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play "stella by starlight" for lady macbeth |
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dont worry, mr. president. helps on the way |
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your brothers are coming; therell be hell to pay |
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brothers? what brothers? whats this about hell? |
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tell them, "were waiting. keep coming." well get them as well |
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love field is where his plane touched down |
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but it never did get back up off the ground |
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was a hard act to follow, second to none |
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they killed him on the altar of the rising sun |
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play "misty" for me and "that old devil moon" |
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play "anything goes" and "memphis in june" |
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play "lonely at the top" and "lonely are the brave" |
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play it for houdini spinning around his grave |
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play jelly roll morton, play "lucille" |
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play "deep in a dream", and play "driving wheel" |
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play "moonlight sonata" in f-sharp |
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and "a key to the highway" for the king on the harp |
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play "marching through georgia" and "dumbartons drums" |
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play darkness and death will come when it comes |
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play "love me or leave me" by the great bud powell |
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play "the blood-stained banner", play "murder most foul" |