MOG

There are many here among us
But, but you and I, we've been through that

Outside in the cold distance
None were level on the mind
The hour's getting late
While all the women came and went
Nobody up at his word
So, let us stop talkin' falsely now
All along the watchtower
Plowman dig my earth
There's too much confusion
And this is not our fate

Barefoot servants, too
Two riders were approaching
The thief he kindly spoke
A wildcat did growl

Businessmen, they drink my wine
I can't get no relief
Princes kept the view

"No reason to get excited"
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower

Who feel that life is but a joke