text: There must be some way out of here
  Said the joker to the thief
  Theres too much confusion
  I cant get no relief
  Businessmen, 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 is but a joke
  But you and I, weve been through that
  And this is not our fate
  So let us not talk falsely now
  The hour is 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