Watchtower (intro)

There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief Too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men, they drink my wine Plow men dig my Earth None of them along the line Know what any of it's 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 we've been through all that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late All along the watchtower Princes kept their view While all the women, all the women, all the women, came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... The money safe The thief he take The money safe The thief he take No reason to get excited