License To Kill

Bob Dylan © 1983 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

Infidels session 3, Power Station NYC - 13.apr.1983, album version  
live, Late Night with David Letterman, New York City NY - 22.mar.1984 

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
An' if things don't change soon he will
For man has invented his doom
First step was touchin' the moon.
Now there's a woman on my block
She just sits there as the night grows still
She says "Who gonna take away his license to kill?"

Now they take him an' 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 sits there facin' the hill
She says "Who gonna take away his license to kill?"

Now he's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid an' confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
Now all he believes are his eyes
An' his eyes they just tell him lies.
But there's a woman on my block
Sittin' there in the cold chill
She says "Who gonna take away his license to kill?"

You may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot 
That might be all that you got 
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool 
An' when he sees his reflection he's fulfilled
Oh man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all an' he wants it his way.
Now there's a woman on my block
She just sits there as the night grows still
She says "Who gonna take away his license to kill?"