The Migrant - The Organ Grinder lyrics

Roll the window down, put the brakes on what's that sound? It's the organ grinder playing, hear him struggling in his solitude, grinding hard to get to you, changing hardly changeable moods with one hand. I was on my way back from buying flesh and bread, anxious 'bout my growing debt when I heard it. I forgot my debt threw a coin and asked him straight: so moving sounds you make, how?? He said: There's a cat alive inside There's a cat alive inside. And surprisingly he was right I heard it sneeze and I thought if it could be then what else? He said the problem is no one ever takes the risk, here's the hole stick your hand in, I'll keep playing