Victims Of Life - The Avett Brothers

Victims of cycles, victims of life

Victims of wrong, victims of right

Victims of anything, and all the above

Victims of hate, victims of love

Victims of hate, victims of love

If you’re rich, you hunger for money

If you’re broke, you hunger for bread

If you’re wild, you’re bound to die, young friend

If you live in fear, you’re already dead

Victims of cycles, victims of life

Victims of wrong, victims of right

Victims of winning, victims of loss

Victims of payment, victims of cost

You got the victims of violence, victims of peace

You were all victims, exactly like me

Victims of anything, and all the above

Victims of hate, victims of love

Victims of hate, victims of love

I sold Scott a shovel, mine’s got two arms

They’re digging a trench, right for my heart

They can’t agree, except on one thing

They’ve gone too far now, they’re too close to leave

Victims of cycles, victims of life

Victims of wrong, victims of right

Victims of anything, and all the above

Victims of hate, victims of love

Victims of anything, and all the above

Victims of hate, victims of love

Victims of hate, victims of love