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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