Can you please crawl out your window? de Bob Dylan

He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks
preoccupied with his vengeance
cursin' the dead that can't answer him back
you know he has no intentions
of looking your way, unless it's to say
that he needs you to test his inventions.
Please crawl out your window
use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
how can you say he will haunt you
you can go back to him any time you want to.

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
trying to peel the moon and expose it
with his business-like anger and bloodhounds that kneel
if he needs a third eye he just grows it
he just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
or pick it up after he throws it.

Please crawl out your window
use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
how can you say he will haunt you
you can go back to him any time you want to.
He looks so righteous while your face is so changed
are you frightened of the box you keep him in
while his genocide fools and friends rearrange
their religion of the little ten women
that backs up their views but your face is so bruised
come on out the dark is beginning.
Please crawl out your window
use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
how can you say he will haunt you
you can go back to him any time you want to.