Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three-way downs,
pure gold,
and 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 howl
In a 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
And found cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid,
he overdid it,
embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed,
his body died in fifteen ways
When I heard I'd *** a cab to where he lay
Ground his arm the plastic tag read DOA
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