You’ve got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend.
When I was down you just stood there grinning.
You’ve got a lot of nerve to say you’ve got a helping hand to lend.
You just want to be on the side that’s winning.
You say I let you down, you know it’s not like that.
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve lost your faith, but that’s not where it’s at.
You have no faith to lose, and you know it.
I know the reason that you talk behind my back.
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with.
Do you take me for such a fool to think I’d make contact?
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with.
You see me on the street, you always act surprised.
You say, how are you, good luck, but you don’t mean it.
When you know as well as me, you’d rather see me paralyzed.
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it!
No I don’t feel that good, when I see the heartaches you embrace.
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them.
And though I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place.
Don’t you understand, it’s not my problem?
I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes.
You’d know what a drag it is to see you.
Positively 4th Street
Bob Dylan (1965)