„There must be some way out of here“
Said the joker to the thief
„There’s just too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth“
„No reason to get excited“
The thief, he kindly spoke
„There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely
The hour it’s getting late“
Bob Dylan All Along the Watchtower
