In the day in the night
There goes the money
There goes the rounds
The syndicate claws
Sharpening tools of the trade
The bad hats controlling it
Under table money
The runners live
The quick money for easy work
Just handle phone calls
What's there to say?
In hotels and back alleys
Depending on the category
Pay good money the best they are
It's money talk nothing else matters
The lives move in the city
The flow of clandestine deals
The traffic jams of the trade
What's there to say?
The older and young guys need to feel alive
The women of the night will do it for money
Nothing else matters only the honey
Sinking into the deep pockets
Now the spying work
Don't fall for the entrapment
They have the fixed rooms
Spy cameras installed to get the victims
You still get through
You never know what come in your mail
The video streaming of your sexual services
The blackmail begins to cause nightmares
The world of Matahari
It becomes the entrapment for many
Know what you are seeking
What's there to say?
The lambs will be slaughtered
Thinking it is just a one night game
The women of the night who arrive
They have different game plan in mind
Now it isn't just the money
They want to milk you dry
The young studs they leave them
Maybe wait until they become somebody
The older guys better watch out
The money pay services can turn into hell
The women you seek to have some fun
They make make you miserable in time
Maybe you don't realize
In the heat of sexual climb
The spy cameras recording every move
You are on camera awaiting trial
So it is better to stay
Learn the age old grace
Why hunger for the young?
When you had it done
Each of us have a time
We will pass through
Don't carry the extra baggage
It isn't good to show
Maybe some will not believe it
In the room where events happen
You don't want to live to realize the trauma
When the video streaming tape comes in the mail
Don't do it you know it is wrong
Learn to accept the old age grace
You have nothing to prove at all
You have your time now pass the baton
What's there to say?
When you bite one you can't escape
You will feel the minute cuts coming your way
Learn it before you surrender your tranquility
But I forget
The fresh trade
We can't escape
It's the oldest profession
You know them
The women earning their living
Like any job you find in the market
They want to survive
They have agents
We called them pimps
Some under the control
Of the underworld kingpins
The flesh trade
Money will buy
The services you can't find
With your girlfriends and wives
Otherwise how the women progress
Living on the hungry people erotic desires
The women of the night they know
The packaging services make them glow
If you think about it
Somewhere quiet to contemplate
You know you can have it
With your girlfriends and wives
The flesh trade
The downfall of an empire
The structure of a family
The sorrow and pain in a relationship
Now don't think it will go
The flesh trade will flourish
In time of troubles there is Mary
Talk to her you may be free
