Mumma

Amy's younger than the face she's got
Walking, hoping, to make a little cash tonight
She's dead inside hoping for another life
Lipstick's redder than her blood, redder than
her heart
Everyone knows when she's in town
Her heels hit the ground, calling out for
another man
Dear god, dear god, she's calling out, calling out
She cries in the night, how has she got to this?
She got it from her mumma, her mumma said
Take this bag to calm your head
Mumma, take this back, look where she is and
she can't turn back
Mumma, mumma said, be a good girl and earn
your bread
Mumma, take this back, I don't need this, I don't
need this
Amy's tired, more tired than the time it is
Early hours of the morning, hoping to go
She's angry inside hoping for another life
But the men got love and the money's alright
Everyone knows when she's in town
Her heels hit the ground, calling out for
another man
Dear god, dear god, she's calling out, calling out
She cries in the night, how has she got to this?
If only someone, hold her tight
Tighter than the men tonight
Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds