Standing on the water Casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head Are glowin'
Distant ships sail into the mist You were born with a snake in both of your fists While a hurricane was blowin' Freedom Just around the corner from you But with truth so far off What good will it do
Chorus: Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon 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.
You're a man of the mountains, 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 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.
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 have carved out your features Resting in the field far from turbulent space Fast asleep 'neath the stars with a small dog licking your face
Rifleman stalking...
It's a shadowy world Skies are slippery gray A woman 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 And place them at the feet of the harlot Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants, Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
