Bob Dylan
Accountant
I’m an accountant, I tally up my crimes
A list in my head of my friends I’ve made cry
Promoted, to a financier
My head in the red and my heart in arrears

I’m an accountant watch me count you
I’m an accountant watch me count you
I’m an accountant watch me count you
I’m an account watch me count you out

Round, around, again
I’m rollin up the ladder
Round, around again
I’m only getting sadder

Well if my heart is a fortress
And my head is my home
Then my body is a temple and I can’t
Afford it, you can’t buy those fuckers on loan

Well if my heart is a fortress
And my head is my home
Then my body is a temple and I can’t
Afford it, you can’t buy those fuckers on loan

Round, around, again
I’m rollin up the ladder
Round around again
I’m only gеtting sadder
I’m an accountant
I’m an accountant
I’m an accountant
I’m an accountant