We’re setting sail for a place on the map. From which no one has ever returned. Drawn by the promise of the Joker and the fool, and the light of the crosses that burn. Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace. And the gold and the cotton and pearls.
It’s the place where they keep all the darkness you need.
You sail away from the light of the world on this trip baby…
Here come old flat top. He come grooving up slowly. He got joo joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. Got to be a Joker, he just do as he please.
He wear no shoeshine. He got toe jam football. He got monkey finger. He shoot Coca-Cola. He say I know you, you know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.
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