There must be some kind of way out of here,
Said the Joker to the Theif.
There's just too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Buisnessman drinks my wine,
And the plowmen ruin my earth.
None of them on the line,
Know what any of it's worth.

No reason to get excited,
The Theif 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,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk too falsely now,
The hour is getting late.

All along the watchtower,
Princes kept their view,
While all the women came and went,
Barefoot servents too.
Outside in the cold distance air,
A wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching,
The wind began to howl.