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The Scene Of The CrimeSister, child o mineWe 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 crimÅ Looks like she's got no sensÅ of crime |