AMERICAN DREAM Tears dried on her face long time ago She never wrote, never called her mother home Her bedroom´s a memory of her childhood Toys and pictures covered with dust Bright future had been seen In her eyes was shining hope But only thing she cared Was money for her dope Selling her body, sucking cocks No better job to do A few scars on her face A present from her pimp Kelly grew up as fast As she died after leaving home Eighteen years are not enough To enjoy the world Alone Trying to flee Every night from the real world She knew, that the end is coming along Child under her heart is calling it´s mother´s name But she doesn´t hear Are you satisfied? Pure number in statistics But you had the might To stop the stream of death In her veins