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