There are no refugees from a victimless crime
This I know
Only shadows and fragments of people and places
I've known
You claim you want to stay, give it a few days
Aimless yearning, you can surely see
It should feel good; it does not
It should feel good; it does not
How does it feel to be a problem
To be a thorn in the side?
There are no refugees from a victimless crime
This I know
Only shadows and fragments of people and places
I've known
We're told to cultivate
Focus on the traits
That maximize our value
On the cold and hard terrain
Of the modern marketplace
It should feel good; it does not
It should feel good; it does not
How does it feel to be a problem
To be a thorn in the side?
And oh, it is my first day back
Oh, it is my first day back
There are no refugees from a victimless crime
It should feel good; it does not
It should feel good; it does not
How does it feel to be a problem
To be a thorn in the side?