Lyrics:
There must be some kind of way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere's too much confusionI can't get no reliefBusiness men they drink my winePlowmen dig my EarthNone with a level on their mindNobody out of this worldNo reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho think that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let stop talking falsely nowThe hour is getting lateAll along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howlAll along the tower