Living the life of a Hermit
Born to be a bastard
He's sailing through the orbits
Ripped to shreds and torn bits
The odeur from his arm pits
Cover you in vomit
Calling Dr Carpets
Came out of the bar plastered
Quick to get his arse kicked
Eggs fell out of his basket
Doctors getting alarmist
You shouldn't have got him started
His brain was retarded
When his company parted
Kept his secrets guarded
Left him broken hearted
Living the life of a hermit
Born to be a bastard
Sailing through the orbits
Cut to shreds and torn bits
You know cos he's a
Ghost, Spektah
Stranger, Gadjo, he's a
Ghost, a stranger
A Spektah, a Gadjo
It's the Gadjo, roaming through the streets
As a stranger in a tangle
Stop dark looks from the coppers
Cant handle, pressure from the others and the brothers
Just mangles, and strangles
It's the Stray cat, running from the dogs in the alley
Quite laid back
Really quite nice and polite
But they say that
Never getting out from the trap
But he preys that, he's gonna make that
Feeling tipsy, drank 8 pints in the bar
Kind of risky, stoned on his own
With a bone and a whisky
Now he can't walk, when he talks
It's lispy, vision misty
Now the barman's barring his road
Got the car to go, and it's ready to roll
Got the pigs in toe, and he thinks he knows
No friends, just foes, no highs just lows
Go go Gadjo
You know cos he's a
Ghost, Spektah
Stranger, Gadjo, he's a
Ghost, a stranger
A Spektah, a Gadjo