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