In a ring of men with money changing hands. All the gypsy kings they were gathered from miles around. I was tapped on the shoulder stripped to the waist. But I was quick quicker than all of them. I watched him fall then he staggered back. There was blood on my hands but my face was intact. I picked up all my money and I walked away. It was like I was chosen but I did not choose. I was in love just the one time. It was years ago I still have her photograph. I look at it sometimes when I'm on my own. I think of her sometimes when I'm on my own. We fought the once and she went down. I'm sorry now but you can't go back. I was wrong and I have paid. Carry it with me for the rest of my days.. Do you keep one bullet left for yourself. For when it's all over and done?. My grandmother's house it's all empty now. I live here alone nobody bothers me. I work on shift down at the bakery. And I fix up the house and I try to be happy. My father's rage is still in me. I bury it down where nobody sees. Everyone knows me here but they don't speak. Maybe that's just the way that I like it to be. Do you keep one bullet left for yourself. For when it's all over and done?. I've gone to ground - just like the animals. In the fading light where all men go.