Victim Of The System (Live, Japan, 1995)

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

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.