Subterranean Homesick Blues (revised)

Bradley's in the basement they’re mixing up his medicine
Julian's on the pavement pissing off the government
The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he’s got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid It’s somethin’ you did God knows when But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way Lookin’ for a new friend the man in the coon-skin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Julian comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin’ that the heat put Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway Julian says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid don’t matter what you did Walk on your tiptoes don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Get sick; get well Hang around an ink well Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid you’re gonna get hit by users, Judas, Lamo losers Hang around the theaters
Spy by the whirlpool lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, head shorn Join up, da military Learn to kill, and obey Any order that we say
Reveal crime, and their slime Now doing time, while guilty free Truth hurts, but don't we,
Have a right to know
Look out kid; they try to keep it hid But now world knows Stars n’ stripes have dirty clothes
They'll twist your handle To avoid a scandal Stay strong, they got it wrong
The pump don't work Cos the vandals took the handles