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Genesis Hall - Fairport Convention
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
You don't have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless
You leave them to die in the cold
Oh the gypsy who begges for your presents
She will laugh in your face when you're old
Oh oh helpless and slow
You don't have anywhere to go
Well one man he drinks up his whiskey
One man he drinks up his wine
They'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
Oh oh helpless and slow
You don't have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I'll be there by your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge of blood
Oh oh helpless and slow
You don't have anywhere to go
Oh oh helpless and slow
You don't have anywhere to go