There must be some kind of way out of here As I was saying There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I just 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 stop talking 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 cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey