Charlie Freak Had But One Thing To Call His Own

Three Weight Ounce Pure Golden Ring No Precious Stone

Five Nights Without A Bite

No Place To Lay His Head

And If Nobody Takes Him In

He'll Soon Be Dead

On The Street He Spied My Face I Heard Him Hail

In Our Plot Of Frozen Space He Told His Tale

Poor Man, He Showed His Hand

So Righteous Was His Need

And Me So Wise I Bought His Prize

For Chicken Feed



Newfound Cash Soon Begs To Smash A State Of Mind

Close Inspection Fast Revealed His Favorite Kind

Poor Kid, He Overdid

Embraced The Spreading Haze

And While He Sighed His Body Died

In Fifteen Ways



When I Heard I Grabbed A Cab To Where He Lay

'Round His Arm The Plastic Tag Read D.O.A.

Yes Jack, I Gave It Back

The Ring I Could Not Own

Now Come My Friend I'll Take Your Hand

And Lead You Home