Spruced up for hookups
Some dough and a hookah
She thinks she's living it
But he knows she'd die out
Because she lost her way,
Confused in the day
Can't breathe in the night
Ugly things on their way
New ballgame to play
Screwed verses that sways
Dejected, conflicted by ideas of being gay
She's desperate for peace
His lust isn't at ease
She needs to make money
While he is the beast
Some do it for fun
Some do it to survive
Trust they tried to run
But violent is fast
Bashed up to stay up
Or else she needs to pay up
To make up for the rescue
She's controlled to stay laced up
And this thing called whoredom
Isn't a life without boredom
It's a life without condom
She'll kick a bucket at random
No commiseration
Yet she's the apportion
To those who stick dicks
Shove it in without passion
Shove it in without passion
A woman and a child
And a man of the wild
And a man of the wild
Nobody would know
When life is on trial
When life is on trial
But heaven is true
Desperation is too
Desperation is too
That heaven on earth
Puts us in the blue
Puts us in the blue
Now she was just a child
Who's a mother to a child
Who's a mother to a child
But there was no child life
When he brought her to the wild
When he brought her to the wild
A father in the name
A guardian by right
A guardian by right
But his shit is full of shame
A monstrous kind of life
A monstrous kind of life
-PRK-
