I was shooting in the back of the car
When the window smashed for the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
All she wanted was the money she didn't need
And all it needed was a gun

She was a junkie and I know it's cliché
But then so was her life
I mean she lived in L.A.
And I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
I was making a cry
And I just lost everything
And the world and it turned to Rothschild

And far from home



It's the only disinfection she's ever told me about
It's the only disinfection she's ever told me about
It's the only disinfection she's ever told me about
It's the only disinfection she's ever told me about
And it was making her cry
It was making her cry
It was making her cry
It was making her hide
And it was making her cry
It was making her cry
We'll see you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.
See you next time.