I said the joker is a wanted man, he makes his way all across the land; see him sifting through the sand

So I'll tell you all the story 'bout the joker and the thief in the night

He's always laughing in the midst of power, are we living in the final hour? There is always sweet in sour

So, we are not goin' home

Can you see the joker flying over, as she's standing in a field of clover? Watching out everyday, I wonder what would happen if he took her away