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


All along the watchtower