In View Of The Kremlin Wall

After Bob Dylan’s All Along The Watch Tower



I wish I could snatch some of their cocaine - said the juggler to the clown -
The floor escapes from under my feet as the ceiling swoops down;
The diplomats, they wear my suits, their wives use my banking cards,
None of them cheap prostitutes are worth my kind regards.

You've got no need to lose your head - the clown, he roughly uttered -
There are millions in this country now whose bread is barely buttered;
They have no caviar to put on it, no Hennessy to drink
While you and me, we’re rested here, allowed to dream and think;

In view of the Kremlin Wall unknown soldiers did arrive,
All the graves and mortuary urns let the dead come out alive;
The Resident of the Ziggurat said - we have been dead in vain
Unless we’re able to go now and seize all of their cocaine.