There must be some kind of way out of here
  Said the joker to the theif
  There's too much confusion
  I can't get no relief
  Business men they drink my wine
  Plowmen dig my earth
  None will level on the wine
  Nobody of it is worth
    No reason to get exited
  The thief 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 talk falsely now
  The hour's getting late
    All along the watchtower
  The princess kept the view
  While all the women came
  And went bare feet servants too
  Outside in the cold distance
  A wild cat did growl
  Two riders were aproaching
  And the wind began to howl