Thin Wild Mercury Lyrics - The Devil You Know - Snider Todd

Poor Phil Ochs, sad and low 

Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go 

Watching those tail lights leave him behind 

Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind 

Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can 

At the corner of hero and also ran 

A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat 

It's warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of 

Thin wild mercury 

And gold lame 

Where things will go your way 

Or they won't 

Thin wind mercury 

And gold lame 

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 lame 

Where things will go your way 

Or they won't 

Thin wild mercury 

And gold lame 

You konw what they say 

Or you don't 

No, you don't 

No, you don't