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Bob Dylan I Pity The Poor Immigrant Lyrics

Last updated: 01/08/2010 10:00:00 AM



I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise fears his death.

I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass.






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hiddn message | Reviewer: greg | 1/20/09

Wonderful song!!!!!
In fact its one of my favourites and these Lyrics are great, no mistakes.
Love these lyrics, cuz they really talk to me.
You will love 'em too

please email me if u wish to discuss this song further or any of dylan's other works, i wish to find more people like me



hidden metaphorical messages | Reviewer: jose | 1/20/09

when he says mud he means poo...therefore the immigrant is from a sewer region in the east of jupeptular new guinea...where sewewr drainage is not as adequate as most other countris (excluding those other 3rd world nations)...
and as always, the cucumber has my apple pee tree dish..and i want it back...its not cool, i really need it!!!