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