Jokerman

Standin' on the waters, castin' your bread
 While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowin'
 Distant ships sailin' 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 the truth so far off, what good will it do?
 Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
 Bird fly high by the light of the moon
 Ohh, ohh, 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
 Sheddin' off one more layer of skin
 Keepin' one step ahead of the persecutor within
 Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
 Bird fly high by the light of the moon
 Ohh, ohh, jokerman
 You're a man of the mountains
 You can walk on the clouds
 Manipulator of crowds
 You're a dream twister
 You're goin' to Sodom and Gomorrah
 But what do you care?
 Ain't nobody there
 Would want to 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
 Ohh, ohh, 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
 Michelangelo 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
 Ohh, ohh, jokerman
 Well, the rifleman's stalkin' the sick and the lame
 Preacher man seeks the same
 Who'll get there first is uncertain
 Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
 Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
 False hearted judges
 Dying in the webs that they spin
 Only a matter of time
 'Til night comes steppin' in
 Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
 Bird fly high by the light of the moon
 Ohh, ohh, 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
 Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
 Bird fly high by the light of the moon
 Ohh, ohh, jokerman