Well, your clock is gonna stop
At Saint
Peter's gate.
Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
He's gonna say,
"It's too late."
Hey, hey!
_I'd sure hate to be you
On that
dreadful day._
You're gonna start to sweat
And you ain't
gonna stop.
You're gonna have a nightmare
And never wake up.
Hey,
hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful
day.
You're gonna cry for pills
And your head's
gonna be in a knot,
But the pills are gonna cost more
Than what
you've got.
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful
day.
You're gonna have to walk naked,
Can't ride
in no car.
You're gonna let ev'rybody see
Just what you are.
Hey,
hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that dreadful
day.
Well, the good wine's a-flowin'
For five
cents a quart.
You're gonna look in your moneybags
And find you're
one cent short.
Hey, hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be you
On that
dreadful day.
You're gonna yell and scream,
"Don't anybody
care?"
You're gonna hear out a voice say,
"Shoulda listened when
you heard the word down there."
Hey, hey!
I'd sure hate to be
you
On that dreadful day.
Bob Dylan ::
Copyright © 1964
e.g., let's
say BT (of TT) confidently comments creatively
on necessities (also, germane to Protestant thought, i
suspect) disclosed discreetly from certain
revelation per se and
all that you (two & cult-apostles like
DavidM) would have to say about it is that he (too) rejects
'greater revelation'?
what Protestants would say they need
it?
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..Protestants ..have rejected the greater revelation,
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