She screams and shout
Eyes getting red with tears
In her addicted condition
She can't see the right or wrong
The pushers running away
They don't want to be seen
The woman screams like mad
The craving knocking her wild
The side hawkers stare
Nobody dares to help
In the back alley of a city
Life can be dropped like rain
The drug dealers smile
In their dens of luxurious living
Earning the easy blood money
They will say “money is power!”
The crazy woman runs
Eyes of red tears blow by the wind
The burning in her body
She isn't going to give way
Detectives running along
Trying to make head or tail
The woman knows the drug den
She hits it with all she has
As they say
Crimes don't pay
The explosion and fire
Catching up in the air
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