"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
Ploughmen
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