There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to
The thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is
Worth
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among
Us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is
Not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting
Late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl