All along the watchtower

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 drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None ov?em will level on the Line Nobody of it is worth No reason to get exited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I we've been through thatAnd this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late All along the watchtower The princess kept their view While all the women cameAnd went bare feeted servants too Outside in close distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl.