There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief,
Theres too much confusion,
I cant 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 just a joke.
But you and i, weve 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,
princess 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.
