There must be some kind of way out of here   Said the joker to the thief   There's too much confusion   I can't get no relief   Business men they drink my wine   Plowmen dig my earth   No one will level on the line   Nobody 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's 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 wild cat did growl   Two riders were approaching   And the wind began to howl