There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men they drink my wine Plowmen dig earth None will level on line Nobody offered his word Hey hey No reason excited The thief he kindly spoke are many among us Who feel that life is but a joke But uh you and I we've been through And this not our fate So let stop talkin' falsely now hour's getting late Hey All along watchtower Princes kept view While all women came went Barefoot servants Well outside in cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching wind began howl