Victim of the Night - Willie and the Bandits

The police were waitin' when the sun came up You better move your ass Or we'll really get rough I never wanted trouble But I sure got enough I'm bad at bein' subtle But I ain't that tough, no Just a victim of circumstance Didn't you know Just a victim of circumstance Doesn't it show I'm just a victim of circumstance Wherever I go Just a victim of bad reputation I go no chance of shakin' Really gets you down when you don't belong An' everyone around says you growed up wrong But why do they resent it, I ain't doin' anything They say that I'm demented an' I never could sing Then everywhere I went I caused them such alarm You know I never meant to cause anybody harm, no Just a victim of circumstance Didn't you know Just a victim of circumstance Doesn't it show I'm just a victim of circumstance Wherever I go Just a victim of bad reputation I go no chance of shakin' I've been laughed at, I've been shut out But let there be no doubt Never been afraid of chances I been takin' The police are waitin' when the sun came up You better move your ass Or we'll really get rough I never wanted trouble But I sure get enough I'm bad at bein' subtle But I ain't that tough, no Just a victim of circumstance Didn't you know Just a victim of circumstance Doesn't it show I'm just a victim of circumstance Wherever I go Just a victim of bad reputation I go no chance of shakin'

You showed me your colors Showed me your face Painted with pretty lies You broke every promise Feeling no shame Leaving me dead inside And I won't (and I won't) No, I won't take the blame So I run (so I run) From your cold wicked way You ain't diggin', diggin', diggin' My grave, no Not gonna be the victim Don't wanna be a slave Not gonna be addicted, to a system I did not create Stop making me the monster Stop messing with my brain Not gonna be the victim any longer So get off my wave I rest you in pieces Ashes and dust Spiritual suicide Shedding my skin Shake off the rust Bringing me back to life So I run From your cold wicked way You ain't diggin', diggin', diggin' My grave, no Not gonna be the victim Don't wanna be a slave Not gonna be addicted, to a system I did not create Stop making me the monster (monster) Stop messing with my brain Not gonna be the victim any longer So get off my wave No, I won't (no, I won't) No, I won't take the blame So I run (so I run) From your cold wicked ways No, I won't (no, I won't) No, I won't take the blame So I run (so I run) From your cold wicked ways Not gonna be the victim (victim) Don't wanna be a slave Not gonna be addicted, to a system I did not create Stop making me the monster (monster) Stop messing with my brain Not gonna be the victim any longer So get off my wave Oh, not gonna be the victim Yeah, not gonna be the victim (victim) Yeah, not gonna be the victim So get off my wave

As I stare at the unknown, Has the unknown been shaped by time? Did it not carve our minds, our health, our fears, our weakness? Because I remember the knife That cold winter night. Under the Grove. Then I see my doctor's face What a beautiful gaze What did he say? It was the sun, the sun Through the trees Does the future remain unwritten? Or does our past act as a proof? That we can change our colours, our eyes, our fields, our oceans But we can't change the truth As much as we try to Then I see my doctor's face What a beautiful gaze What did he say? I was the sun through the trees.