They say you look like a gypsy And got a smile of a thief You wear your clothes like a hippie In you they got no belief And you´re just walking around Thinking about nothing You´re well known in this town Cause of your big brown muffin
And every day to you Really looks the same But you´ve got nothing to lose You´re not even in the game You can´t deny All the feelings you have Even though you wish to Cause I know you feel sad
You bury your head deep in the sand You cannot take all the fear things´ve gotten out of hand People despise your free ways I know you´re misunderstood But is that really the truth couldn´t things be good?
You´re all alone And you´ve got no one You´re lost in the game It is the pentagram It´s got your soul again And you´ll never be free...no