1 thought on “Starr Saphir”

  1. 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 ’til the 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 gray
    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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