Living in the city where the poverty prevails Sleeping on the side walk
you can hear the sirens wail Dining with the rats down on 42nd
street Begging for some money, hungry for something to eat
Wasted and
falling through the cracks Dying while lying on your back
VICTIM OF
THE SYSTEM
Freezing by the fire while you’re chilling to the
bone Faceless in the crowd And there’s no place you call home Crazy
from the heat and lost in deep despair Is there no solution, doesn’t
anybody care?
Can’t get your feet back on the ground Can’t you
hear your voice, you can’t be found
Victim of the system, there’s no
place you can go Stranded by your country, left here on your
own
Victim of the system, isn’t a pity Victim of the system, living
in the city
solo
Wanted and falling through the cracks Dying
while lying on your back
Victim of the system there’s no place you can
go Left here by your country, left here on your own
Victim of the
system isn’t it a pity? Victim of the system living in the city