No Sense Of Crime - Iggy Pop, James Williamson

Sister, child o mine

We are the sweeter kind

Drugs and death are our place and time

Restless and running blind

Good and bad and lies we’ve done

Make us so touchy, lord they make us cry

But we’re gonna feel good inside

But we’re gonna feel good inside

Cry to me baby, hush your mouth and cry

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl

Now ain’t that funny?

Kids in pain, she sees them crawl

She doesn’t care at all

Looks like she’s got no sense of crime

Looks like she’s got no sense of crim

Looks like she’s got no sens of crime