waitin' for who to come by
You laugh only to cry and
If mother only knew you lived
through all the books she hid
the only thing you sold might be alright
Now you want a life of love
and an academy but although
Some of the best things in life are free
And keepin' locked in guns
They say something must be done
The headlines scream about your life
And they pretend to see you
Make you lie about the why of what you are,
You serve them all, have a ball,
And it's taking my job, bargain well, girl
And you're looking for a man
who won't wanna buy your time
You're searching down an alleyway
Garbage can't forget it, babe
It hurts to say you're working
Way on through the streets of hell
Only looking for yourself
And it must be love this time
His shadow splits the night
Then waking in the morning
Pro -Hool girl, you know girl
You've been taken by a John
What more do you have to sell?