Plan B - The Runaway lyrics

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 sex, 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 sexually depraved
Pay for pregnant bitches 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 fucking


Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack
Cluckin spent a day getting touched
Up and butt-fucking
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

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?

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


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 bitch 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 sex on their mind
Cause you give off the impression
That you'd sell yourself for money
Not find the thought repellent
Getting fucked 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

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway