There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief
No reason to get excited 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 stop talkin' falsely now The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower Princess kept their view While all the women came and went Bare-foot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl