Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? - Bob Dylan

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks

Preoccupied with his vengeance

Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back

He knows that he has no intentions

Of looking your way, unless it’s to say

That he needs you to test his inventions

Hey come crawl out your window

Use your hands and legs it won’t ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

You can go back to him any time you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels?

Trying to peel the moon and expose it

With his business like anger and his bloodhounds that kneel

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk

Or I pick it up after he throws it

Hey, please crawl out your window

Oh, use your hands and legs it won’t ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

You can go back to him any time you want to

He look so righteous while your face is so changed

As you sit on the box, you keep him in

While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange

Their religion of the little ten women

That backs up their views but your face is so bruised

Come on out the dark is just beginning

Hey, please come out your window

Oh, use your hands and legs it won’t ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

When you can go back to him any time as you want to

You got a lot of them say, you are my friend

if you want to come out of the window

Yes come out of your window

Oh Mike