There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I can't get no reliefBusinessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth, yeahNo reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late
Hey, hey, heyAll along the watchtower
And princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went
Barefoot servants tooAll I got is a red guitar
Three chords and the truth
All I got is a red guitar
The rest is up to youThere's no reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are some among us here
Say that life is just a jokeYou and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate, at least today
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late, lateYeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah, yeah-e-yeah