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Wrote by: Bob DylanMan thinks 'cause he rules the earth, he can do with it as he pleaseAnd if things don't change soon, he willOh, man has invented his doom.First step was touching the moon.Now, there's a woman on my block.She just sit there as the night grow still.She say who gonna take away his license to kill?Now, they take him and they teach himAnd they groom him for lifeAnd they set him on a path where he's bound to get illThen they bury him with starsSell his body like they do used carsNow, there's a woman on my block She just sit there facin' the hillShe say who gonna take away his license to kill?Now, he's hell bent for destructionHe's afraid and confusedAnd his brain has been mismanaged with great skillAll he believes are his eyesAnd his eyes, they just tell him liesLetras de cancionesBut there's a woman on my block Sitting there in a cold chillShe say who gonna take away his license to kill?You may be noisemaker, spirit maker, heart breaker, back breaker; leave no stone unturnedMay be an actor in a plot, that might be all that you gottill your error you clearly learnNow he worships at an altarOf a stagnant poolAnd when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilledOh, man is opposed to fair playHe wants it all and he wants it his wayNow, there's a woman on my block.She just sit there as the night grow still.She say who gonna take away his license to kill?Early 21st Century Blues Released May 6, 2005~ From Letras Mania