"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.
Businessmen, they, they drink my wine.
Plowmen dig my earth.
None will level on the line,
Nobody of it is worth".
"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, uh
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now,
The hour's getting late".
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view,
While all the women came and went,
Barefoot servants, too, but, uh
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl.
All along the watchtower.
Gotta beware, gotta beware, I will.
All along the watchtower...
