Jokerman
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.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
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