Thin Wild Mercury

Poor Phil Ochs, sad and low Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go Watchin' those tail-lights leave him behind Thrown from the limousine for speakin' his mind Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can At the corner of-a hero and also-ran A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat It's warm in the limousine, cold on the street Thin wild mercury And gold lamé Things'll go your way Or they won't Thin wild mercury And gold lamé You know what they say Or you don't It was all over some new Dylan song That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist "Phil, you ain't a writer, you're a journalist" Death of a rebel, twist of fate If he ever thought better, he thought too late Poor Phil Ochs, he slipped through the cracks Judas went electric and he never looked back on.... Thin wild mercury And gold lamé Things'll go your way Or they won't Thin wild mercury And gold lamé You know what they say Or you don't Thin wild mercury And gold lamé Things'll go your way Or they won't Thin wild mercury And gold lamé You know what they say Or you don't Or don't Or don't No, you don't