"There must be some way out of here," Said the joker to the thief "There's too much confusion here I can't get no relief Businessmen they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them know along the line What any of this is worth" "No reason to get excited," The thief, he kindly spoke "There are many here among us Who think that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And that is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While horsemen came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance A wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, The wind began to howl.