A#Standin' on the water A#M7casting your bread,

Cm/BbWhile the eyes of the idol with the F/Bbiron head are glowA#ing.   D#/Bb     

A#Distant ships sailin' A#M7into the mist,

You were Cm/Bbborn with a snake in both of your F/Bbfists,

While a hurricane was A#blowing.

Cm7Freedom, justF around the corner for you.A#  

But with trutCm7h so far off, Fwhat good would it doA#?       D#  


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FJokerman dance to the D#nightingale's tune.

A#Bird fly F/Ahigh by the D#/Glight of the D#moon.

A#/DOh, oh, D#6oh   F   JokA#erman.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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