Bob Dylan Lyrics - Masters of War Lyrics lyrics

No one got it right, no one got it wrong

Live outside your head, live inside a song

Oh love those long lost weekdays spilling over me

And your outlines are all I can see

You mustn't touch it, while he's on the phone

No you can't touch that, while he's on the telephone

Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me

Now an outline is all I can see

Oh skint and minted

Had it on the dole

Being piling it on now

Oh skint and minted

Running round the city

With nothing on

Well you're an evil swine but I like your style

The wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile

You got it right, no you got it wrong

Live outside your head, live inside a song

Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me

Now an outline is all I can see

We're skint and minted

Had it on the dole

Being piling it on

We're skint and minted

Running round the city

With virtually nothing on

Oh, you're a swine but I like your style

I like wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile