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