Knockin' On Heaven's Door (Live At The Marquee Club, London / 1987)

Mama, take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark, too dark to see Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door [Chorus] Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door [Verse 2] Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That cold black cloud is comin' down Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door [Chorus] Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door [Spoken: Josh Richman] You just better start sniffing your own rank subjugation, Jack Because it's just you against your tattered libido The bank and the mortician, forever, man And it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive [Chorus] Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door Knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door