Rancid. Tenderloin. Zeneszám

Realise you?re dehumanized
You critisize your existance
It?s your demize when no sun arise
When you?re paralized by your lack of resistance
She know she is
She knows she?s going
Down below where the fire?s glowing
Thenderloin
The tricks she gets them she?s not a victim
She makes a list of them and reds reads them all alone
For money she?s walking down on larkin
In ti they?re rocking all night long