Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gypsy, artist - Pistol Grip. Date of issue: 06.01.2022
Song language: English
Gypsy |
| 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 |