(Bob Dylan)

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come,
with a mind that multiplied the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak but only flatter

He stayed behind the Assembly Hall, it was there that he made his bed.
And often times he could be seen returning. oh oh
Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning".
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Told me that you're doin' wrong Word out shockin' all alone Cryin' wolf ain't like a man Throwin' rocks to hide you