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