There must be some way outta 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, yeah 


No reason to get excited 

The thief, he kindly spoke 

There are many 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, hey, hey, hey 


All along the watchtower 

Princes kept the view 

While horsemen came and went 

Barefoot servants, too 


All I got is a red guitar 

Three chords and the truth 

All I got is a red guitar 

The rest is up to you 


There's no reason to get excited 

The thief, he kindly spoke 

There are some among us here 

Say that life is just a joke 

You and I, we've been through that 

And that is not our fate, at least today 

So let us not talk falsely now 

Because the hour is getting late, late 

Yeah...