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