Ill: Djosla


Hey, mister from where do you come
stick your hand in your pocket
grab that coin
throw it over here it is just heavy weight
it's gonna wear you down
and diminish your faith
There's nothing here that you haven't got
there's nothing here to patch up you plot
there nothing here you couldn't share
nothing to buy so throw it over here

And the Gypsy Queen
she's strumming her guitar
you can hear her band playing from a far
She's coming to town with her gypsy bros`
and nothing gonna be the way that it was

And here comes the Gypsy Queen !

What can I say to comfort you
there's no one to summon
there' no one to sew
The crack in the marked it's just the greed
the end of all nothings you never need
Haven't you known in your shallowest doubt
haven't you seen the nothings about
haven't you heard the hollow sound
of laughter from friends who's never around
haven't you learned
haven't you learned about life...

And the Gypsy King
he's banging his drum
All over the land you can hear the sound
He is coming to town with his gypsy crew
they are coming for the nothings you never new

And here comes the Gypsy Queen !

There's nothing at all to be afraid of my friend
it's just your reflection you meet round the bend
the dark place somewhere deep in you mind
comes from sitting to close to the fire
Wouldn't you like it if your dream would come trough
wouldn't you love it if someone loved you
wouldn't you really be happy for real
could you say no to the Gypsy Queen
could you say no to the homeland you never seen

The Gypsy Prince they are looking for
the seek him all over where ever they go
he's in hiding for the mighty enemy
there's a price on his kingdom not to succeed

But here comes the Gypsy Queen

Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-25 at 01:47

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