I Was Down In The

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

But Even The President Of The United States Sometimes Must Have To Stand Naked.