Hey, hey Sister, child of mine We are the sweeter kind Drugs and death are our place and time Restless and running blind Running blind Good and bad and lies we've done Makes us so touchy, Lord it makes us cry But we're gonna feel good inside But we're gonna feel good inside Cry to me, cry to me baby, hush your mouth and cry Hush and cry Kids in pain, she sees them crawl Now ain't that funny? Kids in pain, she sees them crawl She never cared at all Looks like she got no sense of crime Looks like she got no sense of crime Drugs and death are her place and time Looks like she got no sense of crime