Genesis Hall

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 love

Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go

You 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 go

Well, 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 kind

Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go

When 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