There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief
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 that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin' falsely now The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower Princess kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
