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 reliefBusiness men, they drink my wineCome and dig my herbNone will lay it on the lineNobody out of this world."All along the watchtowerPrincess kept the viewAll the children came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did a little growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl, heyAll along the watchtowerThe princess kept the viewAll the children came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did a growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl