Song Lyrics

Rock n’ roll, that’s all folks
Whatever

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion here
I can’t get no relief

Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many among us here
Who don’t even get the joke

You and I, we’ve been through that
And that is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late, late, yeah

All along the watchtower
The princes kept the view
While the horseman came and went
And the barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders approaching
And the wind begins to howl…

Oh-oh-ah….

A rider comes keeps me in
Right up to the first door
Probably woulda been
Meant to live, meant to live
To die, to sing…store, add more
Run, run