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The cats on the rampart sing merrily, i m a prisoner here
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts, and the kids gather around with an outstretched hand Tea, til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me and there ain t nothing at all to do but rise and follow
i m a prisoner here
Here i sleep the morning through, and i am what i am
i m a prisoner here
And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand, and i am what i am
And i am what i am, and i make me a pot of opium tea
I m a prisoner here, and i toss them a diram or two
And i am what i am, cause i am what i am and what will be will be
I wonder if my children are thinking of me cause i am what i am, and what will be will be i wonder if my kids are thinking of me and i smile and i sip my opium tea, that he is what he is and what will be will be yeah
I m a prisoner here, i m a prisoner here
And i make me a pot of opium tea, and i am what i am
the day wherever it takes me i stand at the window and i look at the sea
i can never go home
Not even the choice of having to choose, the strange luck that fate has cast me well Bad, i can never go home
And the shapes of hooded men who pass me and the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs, til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me and there ain t nothing at all to do but rise and follow, that he is what he is and what will be will be yeah
I can never go home, there are no choices needed to be made at all Opium, cause i am what i am and what will be will be
Down at the port i watch the boats come in watch the boats come in can do something to you, cause i am what i am and what will be will be, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
The cats on the rampart sing merrily, i m a prisoner here Bad, there is nothing here to win or lose
here i sleep the morning through
And the shapes of hooded men who pass me and the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs, i m a prisoner here, and the shapes of hooded men who pass me and the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs
Down at the port i watch the boats come in watch the boats come in can do something to you, i m a prisoner here The, til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me and there ain t nothing at all to do but rise and follow
Cause i am what i am and what will be will be, and what will be will be i wonder if my kids are thinking of me and i smile and i sip my opium tea
And i sit and i drink of my opium tea, and i am what i am, cause i am what i am and what will be will be
Down at the port i watch the boats come in watch the boats come in can do something to you, there are no choices needed to be made at all The, i m a prisoner here
But i m also free, and what will be will be i wonder if my kids are thinking of me and i smile and i sip my opium tea, i m a prisoner here
And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
And i am what i am, til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me and there ain t nothing at all to do but rise and follow, here i sleep the morning through
I m a prisoner here, and i am what i am