Lyrics:

''There must be some way out of here''Said the joker to the thief''There''s too much confusionI can''t get no reliefBusinessmen, they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone of them along the lineKnow what any of it is worth''''No reason to get excited''The thief, he kindly spoke''There are many here among usWho feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we''ve been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour is getting late''All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the distanceA wildcat did growlTwo riders were approachingThe wind began to howl