Bob Dylan
(All Along the) Watchtower
[Intro]

"There must be some kind of way out of here, "
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.”

[Verse 1]

I kick a rock on the street like I’m the new meat
In my head is a radio, and all it plays is Creep
The mic don’t sleep, the Iron on Sheik
And if I’ve got a couple words, then I spit, not speak
And, I’m back, forth, until I become hoarse
My skin’s gonna crack until it becomes coarse
My back’s gonna break beneath all of the force
And I’ll kill myself and never have felt remorse
Because I dig my grave with slaves, He saves
A blind man walks and the wise man stays
And a blind man falls and a wise man’s days
Seem to last as long as the front page
(Way) He’s a flat foot liar, a smile-ass joker
A mild as coked-up blunt smoke toker
“Do your thing, be yourself,” that’s the word
But, Fuck it, I’m the shit, with that shit you’ve never heard
Like, make your money little boy it’s cool
I’ll play the game, while you play the fool
I’ma smirk like a jerk and work like a tool
To spark that flame with a light and fuel
Burn that tissue in my head
Scarred from the walk of the path untread
And, I’m thinking in my bed
That I’ma have to bust my ass till I’m dead
[Chorus: Harry Adams]

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went the… the bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

[Verse 2]

So we stop the pace, slow it down, it doesn’t change
The meaning I’ve been putting all over the page
It’s the wise man talk, and the blind man’s rage
And I’ve finally figured out how it’s phrased
“Hold my hand, tell me what you feel
Tell me what’s real, and tell me what’s still
Tell me what moves and tell me what kills
You can see now, can’t you?”
This is who I am, what I am
Everyone that knows, knows who I am
More than a handle, more than a brand
The wise man guides and the blind man damns
Fuck the illusions, fuck metaphors
I’ll tell it to you straight and I’ll be better for it
I’m white fucking hot, standing here glowing
And I’m better than you, and you know it
[Chorus: Harry Adams]

[Verse 3: Dolph Ziggler]

I don't know if I can continue doing this. I've been told I'm a loser, I've been told I suck. I've been told I'm not tall enough, I've been told I'm too loud, I've been told I run my mouth backstage. You know why I run my mouth? Because if you can get in the ring with me, one person backstage - ONE PERSON! - outdoes me in this business in any aspect, in the back, in the ring, in my house, I DON'T CARE! EVERYTHING I DO IS TO BECOME BETTER! THE BEST! EVER! I WILL NOT BE OUTSHINED!"

[Chorus: Harry Adams]

[Outro]

This is indecision. I’ve reached a fork in the road. To the left, a joker. To the right, mirrors him a thief. What do we choose? How can we? Alice. Guide me. Be my eyes. Be my wiseman. Please