They say you look like a gypsy and got a smile of a thief
You wear your clothes like a hippie in you they got no belief
And you´re just walking around thinking about nothing
You´re well known in this town ´cause of your big brown muffin

And every day to you really looks the same
But you´ve got nothing to lose, you´re not even in the game
You can´t deny all the problems you have
Even though you wish to ´cause I know you feel sad

You bury your head deep in the sand
You cannot take all the fear things´ve gotten out of hand
People despise your free ways I know you´re misunderstood
But is that really the truth couldn´t things be good

You´re all alone and you´ve got noone you´re lost in the game
It is the pentagram it´s got your soul again and you´ll never be free...no