Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plow men dig my Earth
None with a level on their mind
Nobody out of this world
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think the life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let stop talking falsely now
The hour is getting late
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