There must be some kinda way outta here
Say the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they uh, drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth (hey, Hey)
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
This is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance, a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin'
and the wind began to howl
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