Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jokerman , by - Built To Spill. Release date: 23.03.2014
Song language: English
Jokerman |
| Standing on the waters casting your bread |
| While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing |
| 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 the 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, oh, Jokerman |
| 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 |
| 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 crowds, you’re a dream twister |
| You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah |
| But what do you care? |
| Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister |
| Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame |
| You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman |
| 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’ve carved out your features |
| Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space |
| Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman |
| Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame |
| Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain |
| Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks |
| Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain |
| False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin |
| Only a matter of time till night comes stepping in |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman |
| 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 |
| Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
| Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
| Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman |