There must be some way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere’s too much confusionI can’t get no reliefBusiness men they drink my winePlow men dig my EarthNone of them along the lineKnow what any of it is worthNo reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho fell that life is but a joke?But you and I, we’ve been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour is getting lateAll along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingThe wind began to howlTwo riders were approachingTwo riders were approachingTwo riders were approachingTwo riders were approaching