gypsy blood burns hot
embers left in an abandoned fire
that warm nothing
we must keep moving, karma
licks at our ankles
you must look out for yourself
do not return home.
for even the jackdaws
will steal your gold
// the unapologetic poetic type
gypsy blood burns hot
embers left in an abandoned fire
that warm nothing
we must keep moving, karma
licks at our ankles
you must look out for yourself
do not return home.
for even the jackdaws
will steal your gold