There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to…

There must be some kind of way outta 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 None will level on the line Nobody offered his word 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, uh, but you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin' 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 Well, outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl