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