(Gordon/Murawski)

Walkin’ slo-mo, talkin’ hobo
Sidewalk kickin’ at you, the victim
Open window, the techno lingo
Flashing circles round you, you kick them
Do you climb into something you don’t know
If it entices and mesmerizes you
Some Quasimodo snaps a photo
Sketchy evidence they might misconstrue

You never were the victim, I’m sure you know
You never were the victim, I’m sure you know

Never thinkin’ what you’re drinkin’
The drink is chokin’ on you, the victim
Girls are blinkin’, see you winkin’
Your antenna is extended, hear ‘em giggle like you tricked ‘em
Rat punks swaggerin’ nasty
Tossed out, tumble down, and the bottle hits the ground
Lie there sinkin’, hear them clinkin’
The choices laughing at you, you picked ‘em