there must be some kind of way out of here cried the joker to the thief there s too much confusion here and i can t get no relief businessmen they drink my wine plow men dig my earth none will level on the line nobody of it is worth no reason to get excited the thief 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 this is not our fate let us not talk falsely now the hour is getting late all along the watchtower princes kept the view barefoot servants came and went little children too outside in the cold distance a wild cat did growl two riders were approachin and the wind began to howl 