A Shuckburgh - The Runaway lyrics

[Verse 1] This story's dark like the place where this story starts Full of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts Drugged-up girls dressed up like naughty tarts Performing s**, and perverted forms of art And anybody with a fantasy that needs fulfilling Even the filth, cops that lock up man for stealing For Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling Sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for beatings Anything goes when you've got the riches But only the s**ually depraved pay for pregnant b**hes Her name's Katya, yours to do what you wish with If you're into chicks that wake up with morning sickness And have to make their way past people f**ing Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin Spent a day getting touched up and bu*t-f**ing Wishing she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in But she weren't waking up from nothing, this was her reality Place where dreams come true for those who lack morality She had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity Cause the only difference between this place and hell was gravity [Hook] You want the business? (runaway, runaway) Want the money man? You want the business? You want the business, the business, the money man? You want the business? (runaway, runaway) Want the money man? You want the business? You want the business, the business, the money man? [Verse 2] It was a weird twist of fate, the way that she escaped She knew her chance would come, she just had to wait 'till one of her abductors made a mistake Mixing vodka with heart pills and smoking a straight With the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea When your runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear The path was now clear, but only for a exit Cause the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected Twists and turns, she learned inadvertently How to cope with life's little moments of uncertainty Feeling safe on the street, however absurd it seems The mother and baby unit, where she had disturbing dreams Was a place she didn't feel was safe and had to leave Would only be a matter of time before she had police Asking her questions, finding out the truth About her underworld connections, sending her back To the brothel, either that, or simply just deporting her She's met corrupted law before, she can't see them supporting her So if she goes along the road, it slowly starts destroying her Not knowing where she's going, or why God just keeps ignoring her [Hook] [Verse 3] Life was hard in the brothel, now it's hard in the street Cause English is a language she can hardly speak Like so many Eastern European people you meet Only difference is they're legal and they're earning their keep She was smuggled into Britain almost four months gone She didn't know she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump And now the baby's here and they're both on the run If she don't beg, steal and borrow, she ain't no kind of mum Stealings a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth The sharper they are, the smarter the thief So now she's broke again and don't even know it Until she reaches for the purse and that ain't hers cause she stole it To find it ain't there, I guess you reap what you sow It's a b**h how karma works, it's hard to work out where she's going Resorting back to prostitution when the traffic is flowing Her ride stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing Must be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant Game for the hunters to pray on you like pheasants Loitering at bus-stops like bored adolescents With s** on their mind, cause you give off the impression That you'd sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent Getting f**ed in the field from behind, while you breastfeed your child Just so it don't cry, it's unpleasant But that's what she did and now we're back in the present [Outro] Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway