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INTERPRÉTATION
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Chant
Alan Clark
Claviers
Mark Knopfler
Guitare
Mick Taylor
Guitare
Robbie Shakespear
Basse
Sly Dunbar
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
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Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Production
Mark Knopfler
Production
Ian Taylor
Ingénierie de mixage
Bill Kipper
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Frank Dickinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Josh Abbey
Ingénierie
Neil Dorfsman
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Paroles
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He's the neighborhood bully
Neighborhood bully, he just lives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being alive
Not supposed to fight back, and have thick skin
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood bully
Neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He's wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, people hounded and torn
He's always on trial for just being born
He's the neighborhood bully
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him, he was supposed to feel bad
He's the neighborhood bully
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'There's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood bully
Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood bully
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He's the neighborhood bully
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood bully
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He's the neighborhood bully
What's anybody indebted to him for?
"Nothing", they say, "he just likes to cause war"
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits for feed
Neighborhood bully
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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