Wicked Messenger

WICKED MESSENGER
by Bob Dylan

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tounge, it could not speak but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall
It was there that he made his bed
Oft times he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which said
The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning

The trees began a fallin' and the seas began to part
And the people who confronted him were many
Until one day he heard these words
Which had opened up his heart
If you cannot bring good news than don't bring any