Sister, child o mine
We are the sweeter kind
Drugs and death are our place and time
Restless and running blind

Good and bad and lies we´ve done
Make us so touchy, lord they make us cry
But we´re gonna feel good inside
But we´re gonna feel good inside
Cry to me baby, hush your mouth and cry

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
Now ain´t that funny?

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
She doesn´t care at all
Looks like she´s got no sense of crime
Looks like she´s got no sense of crime
Looks like she´s got no sense of crime