Redrum - Victims of Our Circumstances

A child was born on the wrong side of this town
Into this world without a chance
He never learned to read or write, just to survive
With a gun in his hand

If God decides who will be the lucky one
Then thank you mate, up there
'Cause I'm on the other side, 'cause I know

One life, one goal, yeah you keep dreaming on
In the end we're just the victims of our circumstances
Rich man, poor man's son, we gotty carry on
In the end we should be glad to live life on the other side

A child was born on the wrong side of this world
Where they kill to stay alive
Where only the strongest will survive
Every day and every night

If God decides who will be the lucky one
Thank you mate, up there
'Cause I'm on the other side, 'cause I know

One life, one goal, yeah you keep dreaming on
In the end we're just the victims of our circumstances
Rich man, poor man's son, we gotty carry on
In the end we should be glad to live life on the other side

Heyaheyaheyaho

One life, one goal, yeah you keep dreaming on
in the end we're just the victims of our circumstances
Rich man, poor man's son, we gotty carry on
In the end we should be glad to live life on the other side