This story's dark like the where this story starts, full of fiends, and with gory hearts, drugged-up girls up like naughty tarts, performing sex, and perverted of art, and anybody with a that needs fulfilling, even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing, for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings goes when you've got the riches, but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches, her name's Katya, he was to do he wished with, if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness, and have to make way past people fucking, punters hooked on hookers on smack, cluckin, a day getting touched up and butt-fucking, wishing she'd wake up the nightmare she was stuck in, but she weren't waking up from nothing, was her reality, where dreams come true for those who lack morality, she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity, 'cause the only difference between this place and was gravity. You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man? You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2 It was a weird twist of fate, the way she escaped, she knew her chance would come, she had to wait, one of her abductors made a mistake, mixing with heart pills and smoking a straight, with the door unlocked, ain't the idea, when your runnings are and your cargo live in fear, the path was now clear, but for a exit, 'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected, twists and turns, she inadvertently, how to with life's little moments of uncertainty, safe on the street, however absurd it seems, the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing dreams, was a place she feel was safe and had to leave, would only be a matter of time she had police, asking her questions, out the truth about her underworld connections, sending her back to the brothel, either that, or just deportin' her, she's met law before, she can't see them supportin' her, so if she goes along the road, it slowly starts her, not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep her. You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man? You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2 Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street, 'cause English is a she can hardly speak, like so many Eastern people you meet, only difference is they legal and they earning keep, she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone, she didn't know she was pregnant 'till saw the bump, and now the baby's and they're both on the run, if she don't beg, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum, her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth, the sharper are, the smarter the thief, so now she's broke again and she even know it, until she reaches for the and it hurts 'cause she stole it, to find it there, I guess you reap what you sow, its a how karma works, it's hard to work out where she's going, resortin' to prostitution when the traffic is flowin', her ride stops and drives off it sees what she's towing, must be hard knowing that nothing but a peasant, for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant, loitering at like bored adolescents, sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression, that you'd yourself for money, not find the thought repellent, getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant, but that's what she did and now we're in the present. runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway,