Ray Davies Follow

We live and suffer according to our vision
Of love and choices, romantic indecision
Again, again, the same repetition
We play the game but hate the condition

We make mistakes without resolution
Again, again, we do it to ourselves
We never learn, we scream and we yell
Then walk the streets in a solitary hell

'Tis I, the victim of these self-afflicted wounds
And I'm a victim of these self-afflicted wounds
Tis I, the victim
Victim of a wanderin' heart

We are the victims of these self-afflicted wounds
We cry despair, but ridicule and laughter
Are everywhere, so you better not complain
Spill your guts to an innocent bystander
Pull out your hair, but they laugh in your face

You are the victim of these self-afflicted wounds
'Tis I, the victim of these self-afflicted wounds
I, the victim
Left you shiver in the dark

In crimes of passion we are oh so vulnerable
We can't escape and it is so emotional
And I can't believe, no I can't believe
The devastation that it brings upon us all

I stand convicted, the one who is addicted
The person led to a solitary cell
The judge, jury, cry of fury
Somebody said, "why'd you do this to yourself?"

We live and die according to our visions
Of love and choices, romantic indecision
Again and again, the same repetition
We play with life and we gamble it away

And cry the victims of these self-afflicted wounds
We are the victims of these self-afflicted wounds
'Tis I, the victim
Left you shiver in the dark

We are the victims of these self-afflicted wounds
Yes we are