18 hours a day
7 days a week
Locked up in this godforsaken joint
Anything you say
I turn the other cheak
You'd
be amazed what one will do at gun-point
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal
me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Had me dig a grave
When men without no soul
Beat my
friend to death when she escaped
A new millennium slave
Stuck in a hellhole
A piece of property, born to be raped
Heal
me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad,
something to call my own
I was sold, a thousand dollars flat
Mondays are slow, special leftover fee
Won't get old, I am aware
of that
But I'll go free...
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal me,
please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own