Victim Of The Crime - Live
Of all the things we do for love
I'd do them all again
Cause' even though it hurts sometimes
It's worth it in the end
I have chased that mighty dollar
Down the dirty street
They put diamonds on my collar
And shackles on my feet
There was a time when I was king
The world at my command
But, all that gutless vanity
Was more than I could stand
I became a witness
To an ancient mystery
Everything was answered
In the way you looked at me
Now, the things I do for love
I do them all for you
I can't escape the feeling that
It's what I'm supposed to do
The memories of wasted years
Won't suffer me no more
I had to stumble through the dark
To find my way to your door
Might be, it was a matter of time
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I can hear that whippoorwill
Moaning in the dawn
I guess he knows a thing or two
About keeping on
Who would know that wickedness
Would someday make me wise
Battle-scarred and bandaged
Thank God that I'm alive
So, here I stand before you honey
Humbled by the rain
Patches on my overcoat
You know I ain't ashamed
I ain't got nothing up my sleeve,
I have nothing to sell
All I have is a messy heart
And a love story to tell
Might be, it was a matter of time
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I'd do them all again
Cause' even though it hurts sometimes
It's worth it in the end
I have chased that mighty dollar
Down the dirty street
They put diamonds on my collar
And shackles on my feet
There was a time when I was king
The world at my command
But, all that gutless vanity
Was more than I could stand
I became a witness
To an ancient mystery
Everything was answered
In the way you looked at me
Now, the things I do for love
I do them all for you
I can't escape the feeling that
It's what I'm supposed to do
The memories of wasted years
Won't suffer me no more
I had to stumble through the dark
To find my way to your door
Might be, it was a matter of time
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I can hear that whippoorwill
Moaning in the dawn
I guess he knows a thing or two
About keeping on
Who would know that wickedness
Would someday make me wise
Battle-scarred and bandaged
Thank God that I'm alive
So, here I stand before you honey
Humbled by the rain
Patches on my overcoat
You know I ain't ashamed
I ain't got nothing up my sleeve,
I have nothing to sell
All I have is a messy heart
And a love story to tell
Might be, it was a matter of time
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
I was just a vagabond
Victim of the crime
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Writer(s): Jackie Gen Greene
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