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Standin'on the water casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
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 truth so far off what good would it do ?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale's 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.
Refrain
You're a man of the mountains you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds
You're a dream twister.
You go to Sodom and Gomorrah but what do you care ?
Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
A friend to the martyr a friend to the woman of shame.
You look into the fiery furnace - see the rich man without any name.
Refrain
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 have carved out your features.
Resting in the fields far from the turbulent space.
Half asleep neath the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Refrain
Well the (mafia ?) man stalkin'the sick and the lame
Preacher man seeks the same
Who'll get there first is uncertain.
Matchsticks and water cannons teargas padlocks
Molotav cocktails and rocks
Behind every curtain.
False-hearted judges dyin'in the webs that they spin.
Only a matter of time til night comes steppin'in.
Refrain
It's a shadowy world - skies are slippery grey
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.
Refrain
(supprime les barrés)