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