There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief, yeah There's too much confusion Mmm I can't get no relief Yeah I see jokers on my left, thieves upon my right You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life Before my name started tripling in size But I'm still showing signs all attributed to mine In the pitch black, it's too cold I'm all alone take me back to the roads I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back Get a cab to my mother's house See my old man and grab a six pack Tell my brother I love him And give him something that will see him through the hard times What's a brother for? When I'm sick of this life I see It has to be my family who lift me off the floor Make sense of all the madness In a world full of money, full of tears, full of war I was a proud man and work from the earth up Save your wine for the entrepreneurs Well all along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too, yeah Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl (Like a proud man I work from the earth up) Two riders were approaching And the wind begins to howl ('Cause your world is the same as mine) Pour more blood in your cup Take a sip full of sin and let your taste buds savour the buzz The flavour of an ill-mannered nature That lingers on as animals in all of us Trying to fight for the right to live a life But some will never win though That's why they live a lie I don't think I'll ever win All of this is anything When I die I hope a brother's at my side There's no trap door, or get out clause The world can be your oyster or a set of jail doors You've seen mine, I think it's time I see yours I bet you that we've been scarred by the same swords So we are not so unalike Apart from the fact I live my life in the light and now I'm trapped in it The way I feel within a few years time Well all along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too, yeah Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind begins to howl Take away the treasure of a man Convinced that he holds heaven in his hands Even though I ain't religious I'm a little superstitious Maybe there is a promised land But will I make it or not is a different matter I've been a joker, I've been a thief, I've been a rapper I've been the only enemy that I can never beat Give me a piece of mind upon a platinum platter Well all along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too, yeah Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind begins to howl