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Watchtower - Party Hit Kings
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief yeah
There's too much confusion
Mmm I can't get no relief
Yeah
I see jokers on my left
Thieves upon my right
You'd find me in the middle
If I picked a different life
Before my name started tripling in size
But I'm still showing signs on the beautiful tonight
In the pitch black it's too cold
I'm all alone take me back to the roads
I had to rode to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab
See my old man
Tell my brother I love him
And give him something that
Will see him through the hard times
What's a brother for
When I'm sick of this life I see
It has to be my family who lift me off the floor
Make sense of all the madness
In a world full of money and full of pice full
Of war
I was a failed man
And worse I couldn't give a f**k
Save your wine for the entrepreneurs
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too yeah
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Cause your world is the same as mine
Pour more blood in your cup
Take a sip full of sin
And let your taste buds savour the buzz
The flavour of an ill-mannered nature
That lingers on as animals in all of us
Trying to fight for the right to live a life
But some will never win though
Why they live a lie
I don't think I'll ever win
All of this is anything
When I die I hope a brother's at my side
There's no trap door or get out clause
The world can be your oyster
Or a set of jail doors
You've seen mine I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've been scarred
By the same swords
Some are lost some are
Apart from the fact I live my life
In the light and now I'm trapped in it
The way I feel within a few years time
I might have a couple kids
And just forget I ever wrote this
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too yeah
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Take away the treasure of a man
Convinced that he holds heaven in his hands
Even though I ain't religious
I'm a little superstitious
Maybe there is a promised land
But I make it or not a different matter
I've been a joker I've been a thief
I've been a rapper
I've been the only enemy
That I can never beat
Give me a piece of mind
Upon a platinum platter
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too yeah
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
