Little Jeanie

歌詞

Little Jeanie, twelve years old: old enough to know it's Christmas in Hell's kitchen, and Jeanie's pushing snow, Miss Candy runs the family business; Jeanie calls her "Mom," Now Jeanie's got a beeper, and the little light is on. Jeanie's in the subway, selling rock tonight, Cop sees the vial in her hand, can't believe his eyes, He asks her, "Where's your mama; has she lost he mind?" Jeanie doesn't answer; Miss Candy's doing time. Crack, crack, break my back, I'm all wired for a heart attack, Pass the poison down the line, Generation genocide. Meanwhile, at the station, they guard the gates of Hell, Spiritual abortion sitting in a cell, Caseworker, in the morning, files this life away, God, if you're up there, show your face. Crack, crack, break my back, I'm all wired for a heart attack, Pass the poison down the line, Generation genocide, Crack, crack, this is a fact, Mama's gonna pay for the love she lacked, If nobody bleeds and takes up the slack, how's little Jeanie gonna ever get back? How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back?