Lyrics:

'There must be some kinda 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 (yeah they drink my wine)
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth'

'No reason to get excited'
The thief, he kindly spoke
'There are many here among us
Who feel that life, who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we've been through that (so many times now)
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late, getting late'

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl