Watchtower

Album: A Moving Picture (2012)
Charted: 7
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  • 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

    Business men, they drink my wine
    Plowman dig my earth
    None were level on the mind
    No one up at his word

    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 all attributed to mine
    In the pitch black, it’s too cold
    I’m all alone take me back to the roads I had to roam to get here and I’ll hitch back
    Get a cab to my mother’s house see my old man and grab a six pack
    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
    Full of tears, full of war
    I was a plowman and worked from the earth up
    Save your wine for the entrepreneurs

    Well all along the watchtower
    Princes kept the view
    While all the women came and went
    Barefoot servants, too
    Outside in the cold distance
    A wildcat did growl (like a failed man I worked from the earth up)
    Two riders were approaching
    And the wind begins 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 savoir the buzz
    The flavor 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 that’s 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
    So we are not so unalike
    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 lyrics

    Well 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 begins 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 will I make it or not is 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

    Well all along the watchtower
    Princes kept the view oh oh oh
    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 begins to howl Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Mikal from Idaho, UsaBut where’s the second verse?
    Surely, with the third verse being repeated three times, one of those could have been the second!
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