Strawberry Street (Live rehearsal at Knitting Factory, New York, NY - May 1993) lyrics

by

Bob Dylan


[Verse 1]
Streetlights flicker on, as they take on the sun
Like counterfeit stars
Watch them come
Watch them come
The pacified hate's full-speed away
A company in the arms of a decorative grave
No tears, no fears - you'll always remain here
The power out there seems to keep you in
Lost your blood to adrenaline
The flesh is weak and the dream is within

[Verse 2]
And in the plastic room
Seven little honey girls sitting in a row
Pratise for the imperial pillow
Like sweet little strawberries eaten from a bowl
Bite, lipstick red
In a candy store sold
And in the bed I stared, do you hear destiny?
Girl, animal scream

[Verse 3]
Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile
Drinking for hours alone
Kill memory, watch it die
Pornographic, dead, f*cking ripped and bloody
Shredded steaming mess
Kill the memories, watch them die
Lullaby, your mother's once son
Yours is the kind 's born to die young
[Verse 4]
And on the boulevard, seven little honey girls
Sitting in a row
Manicled to the imperial pillow
And if I came up there to Strawberry Street
It said that I held the key
Would you do as I told you?
Would you give it up to me, automatically?

[Outro]
Strawberry, strawberry
What you gonna do for me?
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