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