Standing on the water, casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing Freedom just around the corner for you But with truth so far off, what good will it do
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one Shedding off one more layer of skin Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
You're a man of the mountain, you can walk on the clouds Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangeo indeed could've carved out your features Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks Molotow cocktails and rocks behind every curtain False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response
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