Lyrics
I was talking with a bombed out bum.
She knew every pitch and hand out time,
She said life is free, but seldom cheap.
There’ a price to pay, but the price is mine.
I ain’t afraid
Of growing old.
I’m just afraid to die,
In my lifetime.
She said, I’ve known riches and I’ve known fame,
I had security but it was so tame.
I tried a normal life but it bored me numb, stick with the freaks; they’re a lot more fun.
The codeine gypsy stood by the gold plate door
Begging alms from poor to poor.I was sitting cross-legged
By the well in the square.
Codeine gypsy saw me there.
He pressed ten francs into the palm of my hand.
He said, “it’s not for you, it’s for the life”.
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