Gypsies

Well these gypsies, they are singing in the market in the

square,

And these gypsies they are singing to a world that

doesn't care.

These gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,

These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your

youth.

Well these gypsies, they are singing as you drink your

poisoned wine,

These gypsies, they are singing as you are running out of

time,

And these gypsies take you down and these gypsies see the truth

And these gypsies don't care about your beauty or your

youth.

These gypsies, they are dying but their song goes on the

same,

These gypsies ,they are dying from your hate and pain.

These gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,

These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your

youth.

These gypsies (4x)

These gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your

youth