She’s on the streets, with her drugs in every orphice.
You’re in your bed, with your milk in the fridge, and your medicine in a cabinet.

She’s out selling her body for survival, as you’re just simply giving it up like a dead rat under my stairs.  
She’s on the streets, with pills in every crevice.
You’re in you’re bed, warm and within comfort, and you’re heat is on high.
She’s trying to hold on, being rejected and tossed around.
While you’re just simply sitting there, doing nothing, just simply ******* sitting there.

She’s on the streets, with her drugs in every orphice.
You’re in your bed, with your milk in the fridge, and your medicine in a cabinet