I Dreamed I Saw Phil Ochs Last Night

And some songs are harder than other ones to write

And some songs hang out in my head late at night

And they haunt me, they taunt me, tell me what to do

Yeah they haunt me, they taunt me, tell me what to do

And I can't sleep for shit while they're over my bed

And the words are all leather and the melody lead

And I make a noose out of metallic thread

And hang my guitar from its fucking head

And I dreamed I saw Phil Ochs last night

His feet dangling over the bathroom floor

And I turned my head and I turned off the light

And I marked off another casualty of the cold war.

And if my mind cracks like some folks always said

That it would that it would that it would that it would

And my eyes turn to glass and my tail turns to wood

Then just sing to me and I will remember

Yeah just sing to me and I will remember