by Bob Dylan



You harbor resentment

You know there ain't too much of a thrill

You wish for contentment

But you got an emptiness that can't be filled

You've had enough hatred

Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but)



Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed

In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows

The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths

And ye shall be changed



Everything you've gotten

You've gotten by sweat, blood and muscle

From early in the morning 'til way past dark

All you ever do is hustle

All your loved ones have walked out the door

You're not even sure 'bout your wife and kids no more, but



Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed

In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows

The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths

And ye shall be changed



(Now) the past don't control you

But the future's like a roulette wheel spinning

(And) deep down inside

You know you need a whole new beginning

Don't have to go to Russia or Iran

Just surrender to God and He'll move you right here where you stand, and



Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed

In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows

The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths

And ye shall be changed



You drink bitter water

And you been eating the bread of sorrow

You can't live for today

When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow

The path you've endured has been rough

And when you've decided that you've had enough, then



Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed

In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows

The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths

And ye shall be changed