There must be some kinda way outta here
Said the Joker to the Thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they a drink my wine
Plow men dig my herb
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
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
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
