My father, he rides with your ships
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or loveOh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to goYou 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 goWell, 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 are different kindOh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to goWhen the rivers run quicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your 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
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