This story's dark like the place
and gangsters with gory hearts
Drugged- up girls dressed
and perverted forms of art
And anybody with a fantasy
cops that lock up a man for stealing
sweat dripping off the ceiling
Sadomasochists needs to clinch
But only the sexually depraved
he was to do what he wished with
If ya into chicks that wake up
And have to make their way
Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack,
Spent a day getting touched
Wishing she'd wake up from the
nightmare she was stuck in
But she weren't waking up from nothing,
Place where dreams come true
for those who lack mor ality
She had to get out, if not for her child,
'Cause the only difference between
this place and hell was gravity

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Get nowYou want the business, runaway, runaway,
You want the business, you want the business,
the business, the money man?
You want the business, the money man,
You want the business, the business,
the business, the money man?
It was a weird twist of fate,
She knew her chance would come,
'Till one of her abductors
Mixing vodka with heart pills and
When your running's are illegal
and your cargo live in fear
'Cause the road ahead was long,
she learned inadvertently
How to cope with life's little
Feeling safe on the street,
The mother and baby unit,
where she had dis turbing dreams
Was a place she didn't feel was
Would only be a matter of time before she had police,
Finding out the truth about
her underworld connections
Sending her back to the brothel, either that,
or simply just deportin' her
She's met corrupted law before,
she can't see them supportin' her
So if she goes along the road,
it slowly starts destroyin' her
Not knowing where she's going,
or why grudgers keep ignorin' her
You want the business, runaway,
runaway, where the money man?
the business, the money man?
You want the business, the money,
You want the business, the business,
the business, the money man?
now it's hard in the street,
'Cause English is a language
Like so many Eastern European
Only difference is they legal
and they earning their keep,
She was smuggled into Britain almost
She didn't know she was pregnant
here and they're both on the run,
steal and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
Her feelings a vicious circle,
and she don't even know it,
Until she reaches for the purse and
it hurts 'cause she stole it,
I guess you reap what you sow,
Its a bitch how karma works,
it's hard to work out where she's going,
Resortin' back to prostitution when
Her ride stops and drives off when
it sees what she's towing,
It must be hard knowing that you're
its the prairie like pheasant,
'cause you give off the impression,
That you'd sell yourself for money,
not find the thought repellent
Get ting fucked in the field from behind,
For you best feed your child just so it don't cry,
But that's what she did and now we're