There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief Theres too much confusion I cant get no relief
Business men they drink my wine Plow men dig my earth None with a level on their mind Nobody out of this world
No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who think that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let stop talking falsely know 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 cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl
