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There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line, what any of this is worth

No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went, barefoot servants too

All I got is a red guitar, three chords, and the truth
All I got is a red guitar, the rest is up to you

There's no reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke
There are some among us here say that life is just a joke
You and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate (at least today)
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late, late