Following the lead of monkeyball and Nick, here we have some classic Dylan adapted to our present situation. You can substitute the gimp of your choice for Harden.

Original lyrics here.

Nobody feels very jolly
Tonight as I stand inside the Coli
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new sores
But lately I see him stretching and his strain
Done eat him up with pain
He throws just like a starter, yes, he does
He makes heat just like a starter, yes, he does
And he aches just like a starter
But he breaks just like a little girl.

King Richie, he's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll see him break again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till he sees finally that he's like all the rest
With his fog, his amphetamine and his wounds.
He throws just like a starter, yes, he does
He makes heat just like a starter, yes, he does
And he aches just like a starter
But he breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining hits and walks
And I was dying there of balks
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

You just can't start
Yes, I believe I'll send you to the pen
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a starter, yes, you do
You make heat just like a starter, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a starter
But you break just like a little girl.