SHE CRIES

HE RISES EARLY

THERE’S MONEY TO BE MADE IN HIS KILLING FIELDS

THE CITY MEN IN SUITS

OFFER HIM A GOOD DEAL IT GETS HIM ALL HE NEEDS

IN THE FIELDS HE’LL KEEP ON GROWING

KNOWING THEY CAN ALWAYS SUPPLY

AND A MILLION MILES AWAY

THE HIGH RISE KINGS

ARE TRADING WITH THE KIDS TONIGHT

TOMORROWS CHILD IS COLD AND ALONE

A BEDSIT PRISONER WITH OLD PHOTOGRAPHS

SHE CRIES INTO HER PILLOW WITH MEMORIES OF THE PAST

IT’S THE LAST TIME SHE CRIES IT’S THE LAST TIME

AND STILL THE DEALS ARE MADE

HURTING WITH THEIR HANDSHAKES KILLING WITH THEIR SMILES

WHO CAN STOP THEM NOW

THERE’S BLOOD ON ALL THE HANDS

TAKING MONEY FROM THE PILE

AND ANOTHER BLUE LIGHT FLASHING

ANOTHER KID LETS GO

SHE’S ALONE UNTIL THE END

JUST AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH TO HOLD

TOMORROWS CHILD IS COLD AND ALONE

A BEDSIT PRISONER WITH OLD PHOTOGRAPHS

SHE CRIES INTO HER PILLOW WITH MEMORIES OF THE PAST

IT’S THE LAST TIME SHE CRIES IT’S THE LAST TIME

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