Gypsy - Pistol Grip

Now there’s many tales

In many cities to tell

And there’s so many ways

That that story is told

There’s a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto

Where the rags and words lie still

There’s a room with a chair in the heart of the city

But only memories sit there

Princelet street in the heart of the ghetto

Still Katz sells bags and strings

Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto

Climb the stairs where you’re from

There’s a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto

Where the gypsy’s been and gone…

Oh see them watching

Oh streets always watching — they’re a watching now

Oh see them watching

Oh ghosts always watching — they’re a watching now

Saying them prayers by edge of the city

And now it’s time to move on

New voices talk in the heart of the ghetto

Make a little money move on

Memory thieves in the heart of the ghetto

Don’t want ghosts movin' on

But the gypsy’s on the loose in the heart of the city

And now ya see he move on

Oh see them watching

Oh streets always watching — they’re a watching now

Oh see them watching

Oh ghosts always watching — they’re a watching now

Listen to the street move on

Letters and numbers move on

Gypsy always move on

See him there then he gone (repeat)

Always got to move on