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 myselfFrom 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
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 myselfFrom 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