A little boy is running Along a red-light street. The sky is so sunny, yet God is under his feet. He’s stomping with pleasure The face on the road He’s losing his treasure, His heart’s turning cold.
A little girl waits Her mommy, alone. She is only eight, No sins to atone. Her mommy with joy Along red-light street Seducing a little boy At a night-time shift.
Now wicked boy is crawling Salacious thoughts polluted his mind He thinks he’s no more lonely And he has found one of his kind Oh boy you are so wrong They’re just abusing you for your soul Oh boy you better stay strong The hell has quite low toll