Persecution Smith Bob Seger

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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 color-blind not to mention no one's fool
He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rules
His eyes can't see like you and me
His voice can't speak but only shriek
His brain it is like jelly, his muscles they are stiff
He's Persecution, Persecution, Persecution Smith

[Verse 3]
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 now
He's found uptown and underground
In Watts, California you know who he was with
With Persecution, Persecution, Persecution Smith