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