Highs & Lows On Crack Street

So I have a house on Crack Street
But it ain't where I live
The place is full of rotten souls
Who take more than I give

I know what happens in my house
But I can't control what goes on there
The money they pay to those they lay
Never ends up in my pocket

It is my house but it ain't my rules
I say 'get out' but no-one moves
They just carry on with their business
I don't like their business

But it's not all bad as you'll see
There's perks and things I get for free
My house is half a hostel
The other half's a brothel

I enter my house
I stroll in like a king
Ladies are there
Just doing their thing
But they stop for me
And come to me

I tell them to get
On their knees
They let me do
Whatever I like
It might not be clean
But I don't mind

On the mattress
On the floor
In the kitchen
Up against the door
Always leaves me
Wanting more

Out of the house on Crack Street
I go over to my car
The wheels have been replaced by bricks
The locals round here are such pricks

I walk up to the bus stop
There's a man there selling crack rocks
So I know how this place got it's name
Got to leave this town it's all the same

I don't think I belong here
But I just don't know what went wrong here
I had my own house, made it a home
Lost it all and now I'm alone

But I enter my house
I stroll in like a king
Ladies are there
Just doing their thing
But they stop for me
And come to me

I tell them to get
On their knees
They let me do
Whatever I like
It might not be clean
But I don't mind

On the mattress
On the floor
In the kitchen
Up against the door
Always leaves me
Wanting more
Always leaves me
Wanting more

(Highs and lows on Crack Street)