Victor the Homeless Vet
this is my life
it's all i've got
take it or leave it
like it or not
there is the ally
where i make my bed
my life's in the gutter
same place i lay my head
since i've returned
bringing freedom through war
i've been the jon
while the streets been my whore
it's all i can do
to keep partially sane
paying for all of my present
and your past mistakes
victory will come
when there's nothing left
because out on the street
the only victory is death
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