There must be some way out of here Said the Joker to the Thief There's just too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Nobody near its worth No reason to get excited The Thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who think that life is just a joke You and I, we've been through that This is not our fate Let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the Ladies came and went Bare-foot servants, too Outside in the cold distant A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl Yeah, there must be some way out of here Said the Joker to the Thief There's just too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Nobody near its worth Yeah