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

Businessmen they drink my wine

Plowman dig my earth

None will level on the vine

No one 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 been through that

And this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now

The hour's getting late

Ooh All along the watchtower

Princes kept their view

while all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too

ooh Outside in the cold distance

a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

and the wind began to howl

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