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

Business men they

They drink my wine

Plowmen dig my earth

No one will ever on the mine

Nobody of it is worth



No reason to get excited

The thief he kindly fool

There are many here among us

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 talk falsely now

The hour's getting late

Yeah



All along the watchtower

The princess kept the view

While all the women came and went

Bare feet servants too

Outside in the cold distance

A wild cat did growl

Two riders were aproaching now

And the wind began to howl



Yeah

All along the watchtower

Yeah

All along the watchtower

Oh come on