Žodžiai dainai: Tossers (The). Agony. Romany.

I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy
To live the Romany way your whole life through
Busking ?round the world it leaves me thinking
That it?s less a pound I have to give to you

The road?s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it
Now there?s nothing wrong with living on the go
It can be for a week if you can take it
To have to find a place each night to go

There?s nothing wrong with wondering if there?s more to life than this
To return your lover?s warmth and hear, ?I missed you so.?
It?s everyone?s land no one can lay a claim here
Any more than the deep ocean bed below

To answer to no one, but still you?re singing
For your supper out each night in the cold
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home.

I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you.