There

must

be

some

way

out

of

here,

said

the

jok-

er

to

the

theif

There's

too

much

con-

fu-

sion,

I

can't

get

no

re-

leif

Bus-

iness

men,

they

drink

my

wine,

plow

men

dig

my

earth

None

of

them

a-

long

the

line,

know

an-

y

of

what

it

is

worth

No

rea-

son

to

get

ex-

it-

ed,

the

theif

he

kind-

ly

spoke

There

are

man-

y

here

a-

mong

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

false-

ly

now,

the