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