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?

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.

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.

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.

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 night comes steppin' in.

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.

Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, for awhile,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you,
She wanted a whole man, not just a half,
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child,
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen
     disappear,
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home,
That's where you belong,
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong.
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself,
You can hear them tires squeal,
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door.
They say in your father's house, there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you,
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey,
Got to have done some evil deed,
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door,
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail,
Steal a lot and they make you king.
There's only one step down from here, baby,
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, 
He's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die 
When his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. 
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world 
And he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say. He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.
 

Look out your window, baby, 
There's a scene you'd like to catch,
The band is playing "Dixie," 
A man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.

He got a sweet gift of gab, 
He got a harmonious tongue,
He knows every song of love 
That ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, first he's in the background, 
Then he's in the front,
Both eyes are looking like 
They're on a rabbit hunt.
Nobody can see through him,
No, not even the Chief of Police.
You know that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he catch you when you're hoping
For a glimpse of the sun,
Catch you when your troubles
Feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you,
The person that you'd notice least.
I hear that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he can be fascinating, 
He can be dull,
He can ride down Niagara Falls
In the barrels of your skull.
I can smell something cooking,
I can tell there's going to be a feast.
You know that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.

He's a great humanitarian, 
He's a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey,
And how you like to be kissed.
He'll put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight,
The king snake will crawl,
Trees that've stood for a thousand years
Suddenly will fall.
Wanna get married? Do it now,
Tomorrow all activity will cease.
You know that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.

Somewhere Mama's weeping 
For her blue-eyed boy,
She's holding them little white shoes 
And that little broken toy
And he's following a star,
The same one them three men 
Followed from the East.
I hear that sometimes 
Satan comes as a man of peace.