Who feel that life is but a joke
The thief, he kindly spoke
And this is not our fate
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
No reason to get excited
While all the women came and went
I can't get no relief
So let us not talk falsely now
Princes kept the view
There are many here among us
None of them along the line
All along the watchtower
There's too much confusion
A wildcat did growl
The hour is getting late
But you and I, we've been through that
Outside in the distance
Barefoot servants, too
Know what any of it is worth
Two riders were approaching