there's a peddler a pusher standing on the corner. there's a junky on the street with some crack to warm her. down and out in the city she's working as a hooker.
Do you know how it feels to be down in the dirt. With a bullet in your breast and blood on your shirt. Lying in a bloodpool down in a pit. Covered with the corpse and the blood and the shit.
I want to touch you but I don't possess the power. it turns me inside out to feel the pain of your distress. you push the needle deeper in your arm for every hour.
Right from the start you know you put me in the dirt. I never even got a chance to get away. I take all the crap from your drool attack. The years fly and I get nothing to say.
I know you know I know you know. what is the truth what is the truth who knows. you know she knows they know we know. what is the truth what is the truth who knows.