There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line, know what any of it's 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 distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
The first two verses sound like a conversation the Joker would have *before* his accident and personality re-configuration. Two princes looking over women and servants ends on ominous not. Not that this song should be in the movie, I just think it's cool I'm a big Bob Dylan fan.
