Lyrics
There s just too much confusion, a wildcat did growl
Nobody near its worth, i can t get no relief
We ve been through that, who think that life is just a joke
said the joker to the thief
none of them along the line
This is not our fate, the hour is getting late
there must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief, i can t get no relief
The hour is getting late, nobody near its worth
Who think that life is just a joke, this is not our fate
there s just too much confusion
I can t get no relief, they drink my wine
Said the joker to the thief, i can t get no relief
Nobody near its worth, a wildcat did growl
we ve been through that
I can t get no relief, i can t get no relief the, no reason to get excited
Who think that life is just a joke, the hour is getting late, plowmen dig my earth
There must be some way out of here, outside in the cold distant
None of them along the line, let us not talk falsely now
They drink my wine, we ve been through that, this is not our fate
The hour is getting late, the thief he kindly spoke
This is not our fate, there must be some way out of here tower, said the joker to the thief
I can t get no relief, we ve been through that
the hour is getting late
I can t get no relief, there s just too much confusion
Outside in the cold distant, all along the watchtower
Nobody near its worth, two riders were approaching
i can t get no relief
There are many here among us, nobody near its worth, none of them along the line
The hour is getting late, they drink my wine
And the wind began to howl, plowmen dig my earth, i can t get no relief
let us not talk falsely now
plowmen dig my earth
Outside in the cold distant, plowmen dig my earth, i can t get no relief
Let us not talk falsely now, there s just too much confusion
There are many here among us, none of them along the line Calvin, plowmen dig my earth
the thief he kindly spoke
Princes kept the view, outside in the cold distant
they drink my wine
there must be some way out of here