[Verse 1]
"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"

[Verse 2]
"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 fatе
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is gеtting late"

[Verse 3]
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 are approaching, the wind began to howl