Sister,
child of mine.
We are... the sweetest kind, yeah.
Drugs and death in our place and time.
Restless and runnin' blind. (Runnin' blind)
Life...
Good and bad, yeah.
Must be done, though it makes us sad, yeah.
It gives them pain to see us crawl, but they never really cared at all.
(They never cared at all.)
No sense of crime, No sense of crime (We know not what we do.)
(repeat..)
It makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
But we're gonna feel good inside.
Gonna feel good inside.
No sense of crime.
It makes us sad.
No sense of crime. (repeat..)