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