The Homewreckers - Rasta Long The Watchtower lyrics

All right, hit, hit, one, two, three, four "There must be some kind of way out of here," Said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief Business men, they drink my wine Come and dig my herb None will lay it on the line Nobody out of this world." All along the watchtower Princess kept the view All the children came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did a little growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey All along the watchtower The princess kept the view All the children came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did a growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl