If Bob Dylan were a Dinosaur

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With your scale-toed shoes and your skeleton blues
With your terrible twos, and something to prove
With your deep-set screws, you ain’t got nothing to lose
But honey, I see you, and you have yet to move

The museum man with coins in his hand has got your ticket
Bones on display, sawdust teeth to say, hell, I didn’t pick it
Well, your tears have dried and your bones have lied
And I see you only on the inside

Schoolgirls laugh next to tourists of the past
My first last and the shadows you have cast
Don’t look back, it’s never gonna last
Yes it’s fast, but we’re here only to look after you

Engines roar next to missionary whores
Past-due doors and pottery unsure
It’s a bore, they’re all out on the tour
Yes it’s poor, but we’re here only to look before you
Well, your tears have dried and your bones have lied
And I see you only on the inside

The whistle blows on the ribbons and the bows
And the spectacles that open and close
The museum man, he comes in and he leans on your plaque again
Honey, I’m leaving now, but, honey, I’ll be back again.
Your tears have dried and your bones have lied
Your dust reminds and you cannot hide
And I see you only on the inside