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 There must be some kind of way out of here

 Said the joker to the thief

 There's too much confusion

 I can't get no relief

 Business men they drink my wine

 Plowmen dig my earth

 No one would ever compromise

 No one of this world

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 place

 So let us stop talking falsely now

 The hour's getting late

 All along the watchtower

 Princes kept the view

 While all the women came and went

 Barefoot servants too

 Outside in the cold distance

 A wildcat did growl

 Two riders were approaching

 And the wind began to howl

 All along the watchtower

 All along the watchtower

 All along the watchtower