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