His [Bob Dylan] humour was dry and splendid.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp
When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.
I fought with my twin, the enemy within.
This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.