We're in the middle of a gypsy week
And I started to think
There is more to live
Than the sex, the boose and pills
I think I really shouldn't live like this
But who want a job
And a steady home
Where no one's appreciating you
We're in the middle of a gypsy week
And I think we are sheep's
Carry on in the trip
Keeping on in the fancy dream
Who the f*cks choose how we live
Who's in the power
In the big big tower
Carrying on in the fancy peace