My father he rides in your shipsAnd I know he would never mean
harmBut to see both sides of a quarrelIs to judge without hate
or loveOh, oh, helpless and slowAnd you don't have anywhere
to goYou take away homes from the homelessAnd leave them to die
in the coldThe gypsy who begged for your presentsHe will laugh
in your face when you're oldOh, oh, helpless and slowAnd
you don't have anywhere to goWell, one man he drinks up his
whiskeyAnother he drinks up his wineAnd they'll drink till
their eyes are red with hateFor those of a different kindOh, oh,
helpless and slowAnd you don't have anywhere to goWhen the
rivers run thicker than troubleI'll be there at your side
in the floodIt was all I could do to keep myself>From taking
revenge of bloodOh, oh, helpless and slowAnd you don't have
anywhere to goOh, oh, helpless and slowAnd you don't have
anywhere to go
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