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 a man for stealing

For Quent there bent sweat dripping off the ceiling

Sadomasochists unintelligible

Anything goes when you've got the riches

But only the sexually depraved pay for pregnant b**ches

Her name's Katya he was to do what he wished with

If ya into chicks that wake up with morning sickness

And have to make their way past people f**king

Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack cluckin

Spent a day getting touched up and butt-f**king

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 where the money man

You want the business you want the business

The business the money man

You want the business runaway runaway where 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 deportin' her

She's met corrupted law before she can't see them supportin' her

So if she goes along the road it slowly starts destroyin' her

Not knowing where she's going or why grudgers keep ignorin' her

You want the business runaway runaway where the money man

You want the business you want the business

The business the money man

You want the business runaway runaway where the money man

You want the business you want the business

The business the money man

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 legal and they earning their keep

She was smuggled into Britain almost two 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

Her feelings a vicious circle with a big set of teeth

The sharper they are the smarter the thief

So now she's broke again and she don't even know it

Until she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it

To find it ain't there I guess you reap what you sow

Its a b**ch how karma works it's hard to work out where she's going

Resortin' back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin'

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 hunt its the prairie like p******t

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 f**ked in the field from behind

For you best feed your child just so it don't cry its unpleasant

But that's what she did and now we're back in the present

Runaway runaway runaway runaway

Runaway runaway runaway runaway