Lyrics:

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