Bob Dylan - Untitled 3 (Everything Crawls) lyrics

“i could make you crawl if I was payin attention” he said munchin a sandwich in between chess moves “what d you wanna make me crawl for?” “i mean i just could” “could make me crawl” “yeah, make you crawl!” “humm, funny guy you are” “no, i just play t win, that's all” “well if you cant win me, then you're the worst player i ever played” “what d you mean?” his jaw tightened an he took a deep breath “hummm, now i gotta beat you” straight away an into the ring juno takes twenty pills an pants all day. life he says is a head kinda thing, outside of chicago, private life come down junkie nurse home heals countless common housewives strung out fully on d**tore dope, legally sold t help clean the kitchen. lenny bruce shows his seventh avenue hand-made movies, while a bunch of women sneak little white tablets into shoes, stockings, hats an other hidin places. newspapers tell neither. irma goes t israel an writes me that there, they hate nazis much more n we over here do. eichmann dies yes, an west germany sends eighty-year-old pruned-out gestapo hermit off t the penitentiary. in east berlin renata tells me that i must wear tie t get in t this certain place i wanna go. back here, literate old man with rebel flag above home sweet home sign says he won't vote for goldwater. “talks too much, should keep his mouth shut” i walk between backyards an see little boy with feather in his hair lyin dead on the gra**, he gets up an' hands feather t another little boy who immediately falls down. “it's my turn t be the good guy . . . take that, redskin” bang bang. henry miller stands on other side of ping pong table an keeps talkin about me. “did you ask the poet fellow if he wants something t drink” he says t someone gettin all the drinks. i drop my ping pong paddle an look at the pool. my worst enemies don't even put me down in such a mysterious way. college student trails me with microphone an tape machine. what d you think a the communist party? what communist party? he rattles off names an numbers. he can't answer my question. he tries harder. i say “you don't have t answer my question” he gets all squishy. i say there's no answer t my question any more n there's an answer t your question. ferris wheel runs in california park an the sky trembles. turns red. above hiccups an pointed fingers. i tell reporter lady that yes i'm monstrously against the house unamerican activities commitee an also the cia an i beg her please not t ask me why for it would take too long t tell she asks me about humanity an i say i'm not sure what that word means. she wants me t say what she wants me t say. she wants me t say what she can understand. a loose-tempered fat man in borrowed stomach slams wife in the face an rushes off t civil rights meeting. while some strange girl chases me up smoky mountain tryin t find out what sign i am. i take allen ginsberg t meet fantastic great beautiful artists an no trespa**in boards block up all there is t see. eviction. infection gangrene an atomic bombs. both ends exist only because there is someone who wants profit. boy loses eyesight. becomes airplane pilot. people pound their chests an other people's chests an interpret bibles t suit their own means. respect is just a misinterpreted word an if Jesus Christ himself came down through these streets, Christianity would start all over again. standin on the stage of all ground, insects play in their own world. snakes slide through the weeds. ants come an go through the gra**. turtles an lizards make their way through the sand. everything crawls. everything . . . an everything still crawls