ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief

Businessman 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 he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late