"There

must

be

some

kind

of

way

out

of

here!",

said

The

Jo-

ker

to

The

Thief.

There's

too

much

con-

fu-

sion,

I

can't

get

no

re-

lief.

Busi-

ness

men

they

drink

my

wine,

plow

men

dig

my

earth.

None

of

them

a-

long

the

line

know

what

a-

ny

of

it's

worth.

"No

rea-

son

to

get

ex-

cit-

ed!",

The

Thief,

he

kind-

ly

spoke.

There

are

ma-

ny

here

a-

mong

us,

who

feel

that

life

is

but

a

joke.

But

you

and

I

we've

been

through

all

that,

and

this

is

not

our

fate.

So

let

us

not

talk

false-

ly

now,

the

hour

is

get-

ting

late."

All

a-

lo-

ng

the

watch-

tow-

er,

Prin-

ces

kept

the

view.

While

all

the

wo-

men

came

and

went;

bare-

foot

ser-

vants,

too.

Out-

side

in

the

cold

dis-

tance,

a

wild

cat

did

growl.

Two

ri-

ders

were

ap-

proach-

ing,

and

the

wind

be-

ga-

n

to

how-

l.