Knocking on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
In honor of Bob Dylan on the occasion of his birth and Harold Camping's rescheduling the rapture so we can properly prepare. [Note: I've included a check list so you don't get caught unprepared yet again . . . 1) Schedule manicure and pedicure. 2) Arrange for pet ascension. 3) Accept Jesus as your personal savior. 4) Buy some decent rapture-wear and a few new outfits for cloud lounging. 5) Pack a light lunch . . . ]
peggylacerra 8 months ago