Jokerman (Infidels Alternate Take)

Standing on the waters, casting your bread While the eyes of the idol With the iron head are glowin' 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, Jokerman So swiftly, the sun sets in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one No store-bought shirt for you on your back One of the womens must sit in the shack And sew 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 clouds You're a dream twister You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care? Ain't nobody there who'd want to marry your sister Scratching the world with a fine-toothed comb You are king among nations You are a stranger at home Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh-oh, Jokerman Now, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers No crystal ball do you need on your shelf Michelangelo himself could've carved out your features So drunk, standing in the middle of the street Directing traffic, with a small dog at your feet Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, Jokerman Well, the preacherman's talking about the deaf and the dumb And the world to come has already been predetermined Nightsticks, water cannons, tear gas, padlocks Molotov cocktails and rocks can't drown out his sermon You let the wicked walk right into a trap You give away all the good things that fall in your lap Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, Jokerman It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray A woman just gave birth to a prince today And she's dressed in scarlet He'll turn priests into pimps, and make old man bark Take a woman that could've been Joan of Arc And turn her into 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, Jokerman