Hey, hey
Sister, child of mine
We are the sweeter kind
Drugs and death are our place and time
Restless and running blind
Running blind
Good and bad and lies we've done
Makes us so touchy, Lord it makes us cry
But we're gonna feel good inside
But we're gonna feel good inside
Cry to me, cry to me baby, hush your mouth and cry
Hush and cry
Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
Now ain't that funny?
Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
She never cared at all
Looks like she got no sense of crime
Looks like she got no sense of crime
Drugs and death are her place and time
Looks like she got no sense of crime