Vagabond Gypsy

Godfather.

Tripping thru the holes of the sun
Dragging along with me everything that I own
I’m a vagabond gypsy
I’m a thief in the night.

Mississippi levy and a storm in my eyes
Rocky mountain high and a land slide in flight
I can bring the rolling thunder
I can make the lightning strike
I’m the son of a bitch that made you cry.

I’m a vagabond gypsy
I’m a thief in the night
Mississippi levy or the rocky mountain high
You can’t hide from the son of a bitch that made you cry.

Like a picture in a album or a memory you can’t forget
Your restless spirit just can’t hide from the fear you have inside
of the vagabond gypsy who stole your heart in the night.

I watched you as you held my heart in your hands
I could see the blood run down your finger tips
As my life dripped onto the floor
I could see your reflection in the pool crimson red as it grew.

Now I’m the vagabond gypsy a thief in the night
and where ever you go you will remember the thunder and lightening
and the son of a bitch that made you cry.

Godfather.

Godfather.

I watched a scary movie last night and this is what I can make of it.

Godfather.