All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth;"

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us now
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 not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late;"

All along the Watchtower, Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl;

"There must be some way out of here,"
"There must be some way out of here..."