Walking solo, talking hobo Sidewalk kickin' and you-u-u-u the victim Open window, the techno lingo, Circles flashing 'round you-u-u-u, you kicked them Do you climb into something that you don't know, Fitting twice as much mesmerises you-u-u-u Some Quasimodo snaps a photo, and sketchy evidence Might have misconstrued you-u-u-u You never were the victim, I'm sure you know You never were the victim, I'm sure you know Never thinking, what you're drinking, The drink is choking on you-u-u-u the victim And girls are breaking, see you awaken, And your antennae is extending her own visual like you tricked 'em Bad bone, swagger and nesting, non-stop 'Til the dud of the bottle hits the ground Mothers sinking, hear them thinking, The choice is evident, you-u-u you picked 'em You never were the victim, I'm sure you know You never were the victim, I'm sure you know I'm sure you know I'm sure you know I'm sure you know