[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

          
There must be 

             
some kind of w

    
ay out of here
          
Said the joker

              
 to the thief
          
There's too mu

            
ch confusion
          
I can't get no

        
 relief
          
Business men t

             
hey drink my w

 
ine
          
Plowmen dig my

        
 earth
          
None will leve

             
l on the line
          
Nobody offered

          
 his word


[Verse 2]

          
No reason to g

          
et excited
           
The thief he k

            
indly spoke
          
There are many

              
 here among us
           
Who feel that 

             
life is but a 

      
joke
          
But you and I 

             
we've been thr

      
ough that
          
And this is no

            
t our fate
          
So let us not 

             
talk falsely n

   
ow
          
The hour's get

            
ting late


[Verse 3]

          
All along the 

          
watchtower
          
Princes kept t

         
he view
           
While all the 

            
women came and

  
 went
          
Barefoot serva

         
nts too
          
Outside in the

              
 cold distance
          
A wild cat did

        
 growl
          
Two riders wer

             
e approaching
           
And the wind b

            
egan to howl