Genesis Hall

Another, he drinks up his wine
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And leave them to die in the cold
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
From taking revenge on your blood
And you don't have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
But to see both sides of a quarrel

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
He will laugh in your face when you're old
And you don't have anywhere to go

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

The gypsy who begs for your presents

For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
'Twas all I could do to keep myself

And you don't have anywhere to go

Is to judge without hate or love

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
I'll be there at your side in the flood
You take away homes from the homeless