it's another end of another working day... ...and the orange glow from the street lamps and the fog rolls in on the highway dirty secrets, dirty secrets the blood is on your hands in this promised land called home promised land called home
and they'll leave in a bodybag just living on the streets living from hand-to-mouth is this what you want for your children? sex toys for the perverted freaks?
And who cries for the nameless whores who rarely makes the news
the blood is on your hand promised land called home
and they'll leave in a bodybag
"I never saw my friend alive again I never saw my friend alive again"
Who cries for the nameless whores who rarely makes the news
the blood is on your hand promised land called home the red gash runs through this land
"she went into a convenience store