Now there's many tales
In many cities to tell
And there's so many ways
That that story is told.
There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto
Where the rags and words lie still.
There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city
But only memories sit there.
Princelet street in the heart of the ghetto
Still Katz sells bags and strings,
Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto
Climb the stairs where you're from.
There's a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto
Where the gypsy's been and gone...
Chorus:
Oh see them watching,
Oh streets always watching - they're a watching now.
Oh see them watching,
Oh ghosts always watching - they're a watching now.
Saying them prayers by edge of the city
And now it's time to move on.
New voices talk in the heart of the ghetto
Make a little money move on.
Memory thieves in the heart of the ghetto
Don't want ghosts movin' on.
But the gypsy's on the loose in the heart of the city
And now ya see he move on.
Chorus:
Oh see them watching,
Oh streets always watching - they're a watching now.
Oh see them watching,
Oh ghosts always watching - they're a watching now.
Listen to the street move on,
Letters and numbers move on,
Gypsy always move on,
See him there then he gone (repeat)
Always got to move on.
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