Respect to the unborn life.
Respect to justice and right.
Respect to the brothers in crime.
Respect to the children in time.
Respect to the loonies and the freaks.
Respect to the beggars and the creeps.
Respect to the junks in need.
Respect to the hookers in the street.
Red lips, killer high heels.
Dressed for lust with a sexappeal.
She moves to the erotic zone.
Nailed to the cross of the pleasuredome.
Tired out, there's no time to sleep.
She's thrown to the wolves with the filthy needs.
It's shit, to be threatened like scum.
Life's a bitch, just take the money and run.
Damn you, don't you see. Life's a joke it's a killing disease.
Damn you, don't you know. Life's a bitch everywhere you go.
Respect to the loonies and the freaks.
Respect to the beggars and the creeps.
Respect to the junks in need.
Respect to the hookers in the street.
Rough stuff, bondage gear.
She knows how to hurt, she knows what they fear.
Her hair, stuck slick to her face.
Marked for life and fallen from grace.
Legs spread, a knock 'em dead smile.
Her skin is pale, she's got bloodshot eyes.
Life's tough, everyday is the same.
Looking for luck with a needle in her vain.
Damn you, don't you see. Life's a joke, it's a killing disease.
Damn you, don't you know. Life's a bitch everywhere you go.
COPYRIGHT 1996 BE's SONGS N.V.
