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