My hand in your hand
we are walking down the street.
The air is noisy
and smells like rotten meat.
Someone’s pissing in an entry,
old man drink cheap alcohol,
one of them throws up and smiles
and I feel sickness in my bowls.
My mother comes home.
She works as a char-woman alldays
for me and my brother
our lives shall be better…
…than her´s, she says.
Frankie takes drugs, Johnny steals,
and my jobs will allways miss.
Daddy can’t help her with us,
‘cause we don’t know, where he is
Your father’s a drinker.
Sometimes he beats you black and blue.
He raped your sister
and you’re afraid, next time it’s you.
You can’t report him to the police,
‘cause they won’t believe you.
And Daddy’s got nothing to lose,
so he will kill you, if you do.
I have a dream
that I will once get out of this,
but till then
I have to take life as it is.
Soon you’ll have to sell your love
poverty’s a bloody curse.
But when I see the tramps in the street,
I know, it even could be worse.
For you it’s a nightmare,
but I have to live there.
So I take my girl for a dance,
and we enjoy our dustbin romance
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