Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

The story is a sad one, told many times The story of my life in trying times Just add water, stir in lime How the west was won and where it got us Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under an ill-placed design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong

In my convictions I've found my own grave But amongst the dead we all fade away Fading back into an anodyne sea For once I have stood no one will know But alone I was born and alone we must go Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone None of this

No one wants you What are we to do? No one wants you Fantastic pace I hope he never grows, grows into nothing He was born in the first grade hungry little lion Swallowed all he saw still he's barely alive He was a colorful person born of some colorful

And the sun is gonna shine Every winter was a war she said I want to get what's mine Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us But when she knew how to walk she knew How to bring the house down Can't

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Why am I loved only when I'm gone? Gone back in time to bless the child Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time Where have all the feelings gone? I was born amidst the purple waterfalls I was weak, yet not unblessed

Born in a mourning hall The other side That Peter Pan will never reach In fact it was close to a real fallout Everything's under control The speaker said with a serious smile Behind his mask He knew the truth I'll bring a new age of better ways

Fuck it, I'm ballin' Fuck it, I'm ballin' (wasn't born with it) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Post up, post up, post up Fuck it, ball (ayy) Fuck it (ayy), I'm ballin' (skrrt) Fuck it, ball Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo