And you don't have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
He will laugh in your face when you're old
Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
The gypsy who begged for your presents
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
Is to judge without hate or love
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
And you don't have anywhere to go
For those of a different kind
And you don't have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
It was all I could do to keep myself
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
From taking revenge of blood
And leave them to die in the cold
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
But to see both sides of a quarrel
You take away homes from the homeless
And you don't have anywhere to go
Another he drinks up his wine
