You will rue

They roam the countryside
In search of victims
They roam all at once
As once Romans do

The gall of these guys
No Gaul could ever take ‘em
The gall of these guys
No Gaul could ever take ‘em
No ‘mount of magic potion too

They’re not out of comic books
They’ll throw your book back at you

You will rue
The day your paths crossed
You will rue
The day they set eyes upon you
You will rue
That you ever shook hands at a toss
You will rue
That you ever played such a lame game
You will rue
That you could never cop the blame
You will rue
That you could not sit naked in the shame
You will rue

For, you are but a blister
For, you are but a blot
A blot on the landscape
Of the game

Don’t for a moment think
Think that you can hide
Hide behind words
Written in your lapses
Hide behind words
Written in your sleep
Hide behind words
Written in a daze
Hide behind words
Written in an alcoholic maze

Don’t for a moment think
Think that your demons will
Leave you all alone
Sneering in your sleep
They will cuddle up cosy
Like some voodoo doll Josie
With an uncanny likeness
to you
All pinned and pierced by
Who else but You!

You will rue
That once you were a captain
You will rue
The day you became a pirate
You will rue
The day you highjacked the game
You will rue
That you ever called for a ransom
You will rue
That your price was just a bowl of rice
You will rue
That you are not in Somalia
You will rue

For, you are but a blister
For, you are but a blot
A blot on the landscape
Of the game.

You will rue
Yahoooo!

(to be performed by Bob Dylan+John Fogarty)