Streets

High times, the clock strikes midnight

She grabs her things and turns to go

Her coat tightly around her waist

And walks her way back home alone

Raindrops drip down her shoulders

She's sick and tired of this life

The night are getting colder

Selling her body for a dime

Back in her small apartment

Takes off her dress and high-heeled shoes

She hates to wear this garment

To drink, is all that she can do

She knows her dream has burst now

Alone and sad, she sit and cries

Somebody came and stole it

It's time to live, or time to die

Looking back on her life

Packed with crap, with pain and with lies

Seems that nothing went right

Found the streets with it's life

Sure it's not what she thought for her kind

Sought the sun with blind eyes

In the back of her mind

Oh - she can feel the touch

Of her mother's hand

The whisper

Oh - don't go away

That's not your life

It's hate that you'll find

Looking back on her life

Packed with crap, with pain and with lies

Seems that nothing went right

Found the streets with it's life

Sure it's not what she thought for her kind

Sought the sun with blind eyes

Now she's part of the grime

Never thought it would turn out this way

Dancing there on the minds