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
Businessman they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth

None will level on the line
Nobody offered his word, hey


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 cold distance

A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl