| Lyrics: | My father he rides in your ships
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides
of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or love
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you
don't have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to
die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when
you're old
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to
go
Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And
they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
Oh,
oh, helpless and slow
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
It was all I could do to keep
myself
>From taking revenge of blood
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't
have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go |
