Kernenergie

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

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.

No reason to get excited,

The thief, he kindly spoke

There are many here among us

Who feel that life is but a joke

So let us not talk falsely now,

the hour is getting late:

there must be some

kind of way out of here.

Bob Dylan