jokerman

Singer:bob dylan

standing on the water

casting your bread

while the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

distant ships sailing 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 will it do. jokerman dance to the nightingale 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. jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

bird fly high by the light of the moon

oh

oh

oh

jokerman. 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 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

oh

oh

oh

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

oh

oh

oh

jokerman. well

the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame

preacherman 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 the night comes stepping in. jokerman dance to the nightingale tune

bird fly high by the light of the moon

oh

oh

oh

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

oh

oh

oh

jokerman.