Wrote by: Bob Dylan
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth, he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom.
First step was touching the moon.
Now, there's a woman on my block.
She just sit there as the night grow still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him and they teach him
And they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars
Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facin' the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, he's hell bent for destruction
He's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies
But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
You may be noisemaker, spirit maker, heart breaker, back breaker;
leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot, that might be all that you got
till your error you clearly learn
Now he worships at an altar
Of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way
Now, there's a woman on my block.
She just sit there as the night grow still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Early 21st Century Blues Released May 6, 2005
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