There must be some [kind of] way out of here
said the juggler
to the thief
there's too much confusion
i can't get no relief
businessmen they drink my wine
plowmen dig my earth
none of them along the line
know what any of it is worth
"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 you and I, we've been through that,
and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the [cold] distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
*phrases in brackets represent words added by Jimi Hendrix.
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