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 Business men they drink my wine Plowmen dig my herb None were level on the mind Nobody 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 stop talkin falsely now The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower The princess kept the view While all the women came And went, bare feet servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were aproaching And the wind began to howl
