I Don't Think There's Enough

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

It's Mighty Funny. The End Of Time Has Just Begun.