They say you look like a gypsy and got a smile of a thief   You wear your clothes like a hippie in you they got no belief   And you´re just walking around thinking about nothing   You´re well known in this town ´cause of your big brown muffin       And every day to you really looks the same   But you´ve got nothing to lose, you´re not even in the game   You can´t deny all the problems you have   Even though you wish to ´cause I know you feel sad       You bury your head deep in the sand   You cannot take all the fear things´ve gotten out of hand   People despise your free ways I know you´re misunderstood   But is that really the truth couldn´t things be good       You´re all alone and you´ve got noone you´re lost in the game   It is the pentagram it´s got your soul again and you´ll never be free...no