Bob Seger - Persecution Smith lyrics

He rises every morning but he don't look at the sun He reaches in the corner where he keeps his loaded gun Then he checks the firing action,as he straps it to his chest Plans an ambush for the mailman,even though it's all in jest He's here he's there he's everywhere He's found uptown and underground Unlike my friend flicka you know he's not a myth He's persecution, persecution, persecution smith He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun Cause he isn't colorblind not to mention no one's fool He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rule His eyes can't see like you and me His voice can't speak but only shreik His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff He's persecution persecution persecution smith You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry You can't read a newspaper without reading about him You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them He's here he's there he's everywhere He's found uptown and underground In Watts, California you know who he was with With persecution persecution persecution smith When you're finished with your ideals And you're finished with your dreams When you're finished your crusading and no longer hear the screams When you're finished trying to picture a world with people free When you're finished looking up and the down is all you see Then make your goal the first foxhole And hide your head beneath your bed Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with With persecution persecution persecution smith