Mumma - Spring King

Amy’s younger than the face she’s got

Walking, hoping to make a little cash tonight

She’s dead inside, hoping for another life

Lipsticks redder than her blood, redder than her heart

Everyone knows when she’s in town

Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man

Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out

She cries in the night

How has she got to this?

She got it from her mumma, her mumma said

«Take this bag to calm your head»

Mumma, take this back

Look where she is and she can’t turn back

Mumma, her mumma said

«Be a good girl and earn your bread»

Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this

Amy’s tired, more tired than the time it is

Early hours of the morning, hoping to go

She’s angry inside, hoping for another life

But the men got love, and the money’s alright

Everyone knows when she’s in town

Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man

Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out

She cries in the night

How has she got to this?

She got it from her mumma, her mumma said

«Take this bag to calm your head»

Mumma, take this back

Look where she is and she can’t turn back

Mumma, her mumma said

«Be a good girl and earn your bread»

Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this

Oh, if only someone

Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight

Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds

Help her out, oh Amy

Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight

Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds