There must be some kind of way out of here
Said a joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey, hey
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, uh
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
Hey…