Quote:
Originally Posted by Trollheart
Song 1
Surely there is an exit from here, the fool asked the robber.
I don't understand what's going on and can gain no surcease.
Tycoons imbime the fruit of the vine which is mine.
Farmers till my fields;
Not one person will be straight with me
Of afford me his sworn oath.
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Bob Dylan (or Hendrix) - "All Along The Watchtower"