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Fucked up & ready to die
Fifteen dollars to her name
Can’t survive, it’s all the same
In need of food for her kids
Drugs & booze the way she lives
No ambition to get a job
Unless it’s slobbing on someone’s knob
How much lower can you go
You’ll be remembered as a filthy ho
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Inside your fucked up selfish mind
Sleazy strip malls is where you hang
Beware the rats with long sharp fangs
Behind the store to get your fix
Fever ignored, getting real sick
Promised the children this was it
They realized mom was full of shit
Tomorrow came, but the lights went black
Kids found her dead lying on her back
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Now your children are left behind
Can’t survive, it’s all the same
In need of food for her kids
Drugs & booze the way she lives
No ambition to get a job
Unless it’s slobbing on someone’s knob
How much lower can you go
You’ll be remembered as a filthy ho
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Inside your fucked up selfish mind
Sleazy strip malls is where you hang
Beware the rats with long sharp fangs
Behind the store to get your fix
Fever ignored, getting real sick
Promised the children this was it
They realized mom was full of shit
Tomorrow came, but the lights went black
Kids found her dead lying on her back
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Now your children are left behind
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