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About the Song
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Partied all the time in your prime, didn’t you?
Now the party’s one, you had your fun
Anyone who knew you knew the kind of crew you fit into
You used to laugh about
Drinking hard, ganging up & blacking out
Now you don’t laugh so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
To be hounded by a memory that will not heal
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How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be riding high, to know you qualify
To need no alibi, cuz you’re a rich white guy
C F G F (x2) / / C F G F C F G - - -
Ah, you’ve gone to the finest schools, hung with the right cronies
But ya know ya only used to get juiced in it
Nobody turned you in for your vices & your sins
But now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You never thought you’d be the one to be harassed
But the uninvited mystery guest has come at last
Now the ghosts are rising & they’re rising fast
As you gaze into the wreckage of your past
And you say, do I have to make a deal?
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be riding high, to know you qualify
To dodge & to deny, just like a rich white guy
Ah, you never looked back to face the facts
Of the criminal attacks fueled by your favorite beverage
And you never understood that the brotherhood
Where you made good is nothing more than white male privilege
You bully, rant & slander like your Master of Deceit
Who carries on his balding head a hamster in heat
Ain’t it hard when you are so elite
To be dog whistled by a man who hides beneath a sheet
To be just a hired hand defending everything he could steal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be riding high, to know you qualify
Long as you satisfy, another rich white guy
Two stories are told of a night long ago
Memories haunt her so, shadows that still grieve her
And when you testify the camera doesn’t lie
Listen to you both & find that I believe her
You used to be so amused
At the Predator in Chief & the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got so much you got so much to lose
You’re so visible now, so many secrets to conceal!
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be riding high, just like you qualify
A bought & sold ally, just like a rich white guy
- new words (parody) by Charlie King 2018, music by Bob Dylan ("Like a Rolling Stone")