There must be some
way out of here
Said the joker
to the thief
There's too much
confusion here
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they
drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know
along the line
What any of this
is worth
Yeah!
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 that is
not our fate
So let us not
talk falsely now
Because the hour
is getting late
Hey hey hey!
Yeah!
Ooh ooh
Ooh
All along
the watchtower
Princes kept the view
Wild horsemen
came and went
Barefoot servants too
All I got is
a red guitar
Three chords
and the truth
All I got is
a red guitar
And the rest is
up to you
There's no reason
to get excited
The thief,
he kindly spoke
There are some of us
here say that life is
just a joke
But you and I,
we've been
through that
And that is
not our fate
at least today
So let us not
talk falsely now
Because the hour
is getting late
Late, ate.....
Yeah....
Yeah.....
Ah ha ah ha
Yeah.....