No Sense of Crime

Sister, child o mine
We are the sweeter kind
Drugs and death are our place and time
Restless and running blind
Running blind

Good and bad and lies we've done
Make us so touchy, lord they make us cry
But we're gonna feel good inside
But we're gonna feel good inside
Cry to me baby, hush your mouth and cry

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
Now ain't that funny?

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl
She doesn't care at all
Looks like she's got no sense of crime
Looks like she's got no sense of crime
Looks like she's got no sense of crime