Mad Manoush — The Gypsy R-evolution

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Stop!
Fuck!
He’s never been in a palace.
Much more been a fuckin’ dick.
Hanging around in his worn-out shoes
and his girl is a (buff of low hair?)
He’s a gypsy. Got to print money.
Always living on the edge of hell.
Missed the devil, got a train to heaven.
Still we hear the boy’s last farewell.

Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city where it’s hard to see the sky.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the dirty brown (trevels) where the trains go by.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city, where you fuck off and die.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
Sitting on the ground where the people walk by.

Stop!

Long before the next roll of 7.
A flicker of hope in his dull black eyes.
He drinks, drinks. Like a ghost,
he roams through the night till the sun will dry.
He’s doing a clock-down waiting to nowhere.
Always living on the edge of crime.
Dreaming of his own fucking paradise.
Dreaming till the end of time.

Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city where it’s hard to see the sky.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the dirty brown (trevels) where the trains go by.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city, where you fuck off and die.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
Sitting on the ground where the people walk by.

Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city where it’s hard to see the sky.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the dirty brown (trevels) where the trains go by.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
In the city, where you fuck off and die.
Waiting for the gypsy revolution.
Sitting on the ground where the people walk by.
…the people walk by.