$ 0 0 [Kraków - ul. Bociana -28.01.2023]There must be some kind of way outta hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere's too much confusionI can't get no reliefBusiness men, they drink my winePlowman dig my earthNone were level on the mindNobody up at his word Hey, hey No reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho feel that life is but a jokeBut, uh, but you and I, we've been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us stop talkin' falsely nowThe hour's getting late, heyAll along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants, tooOutside in the cold distanceA wildcat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl