[Verse 1]
"There must be some kind of way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion now
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
All of them along the line
Don't know what any of it's worth"

[Verse 2]
"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel life's but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late"

[Verse 3]
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women they came and they went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl