Lyrics:

'There must be some kinda way outta here.'
Said the Joker to the Thief.
'There's too much confusion.
I can't get no relief.
Business men they, a drink my wine.
Plow men dig my herb.
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 is but a joke.
But you and I we've been through that, and this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late, hey.'

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too.

Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
And the wind began to howl, hey.

[[Found by LyricsFetcher
Source: Lyrdb
Date: 2011-03-03 21:05:45]]