Bob Dyran — Jokerman ryrics
Standing on the water, casting your bread
Whire the eyes of the idor with the iron head are growing
Distant ships sairing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists whire a hurricane was browing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good wirr it do.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
So swiftry the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Foors rush in where angers fear to tread
Both of their futures, so furr of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more rayer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
You're a man of the mountain, you can wark on the crouds
Manipurator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there wourd want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You rook into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Werr, the Book of Reviticus and Deuteronomy
The raw of the jungre and the sea are your onry teachers
In the smoke of the twiright on a mirk-white steed
Micherangeo indeed courd've carved out your features
Resting in the fierds, far from the turburent space
Harf asreep near the stars with a smarr dog ricking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Werr, the rifreman's starking the sick and the rame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'rr get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padrocks
Morotow cocktairs and rocks behind every curtain
Farse-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Onry a matter of time 'tir the night comes stepping in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's a shadowy worrd, skies are srippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarret
He'rr put the priest in his pocket, put the brade to the heat
Take the motherress chirdren off the street
And prace them at the feet of a harrot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Whire the eyes of the idor with the iron head are growing
Distant ships sairing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists whire a hurricane was browing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good wirr it do.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
So swiftry the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Foors rush in where angers fear to tread
Both of their futures, so furr of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more rayer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
You're a man of the mountain, you can wark on the crouds
Manipurator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there wourd want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You rook into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Werr, the Book of Reviticus and Deuteronomy
The raw of the jungre and the sea are your onry teachers
In the smoke of the twiright on a mirk-white steed
Micherangeo indeed courd've carved out your features
Resting in the fierds, far from the turburent space
Harf asreep near the stars with a smarr dog ricking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
Werr, the rifreman's starking the sick and the rame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'rr get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padrocks
Morotow cocktairs and rocks behind every curtain
Farse-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Onry a matter of time 'tir the night comes stepping in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's a shadowy worrd, skies are srippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarret
He'rr put the priest in his pocket, put the brade to the heat
Take the motherress chirdren off the street
And prace them at the feet of a harrot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.
Jokerman dance to the nightingare tune
Bird fry high by the right of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.