Little Jeanie twelve years old
Old enough to know it's christmas in hells kitchen
And Jeanie's pushin' snow
Miss Candy runs the family business
Jeanie calls her mom
Jeanie's got a beeper and the little light is on
Jeanie's in the subway sellin' rock tonite
Cop sees the vial in her hand can't believe his eyes
He asks her where's your momma, has she lost her mind
Jeanie doesn't answer, Miss Candy's doin' time

Crack, crack, break my back
I'm all wired for a heart attack
Pass the poison down the line
Generation genocide

Meanwhile at the station they guard the gates of hell
Spiritual abortion sitting in a cell
Caseworker in the morning files this life away
God if youre up there show your face

Crack, crack, break your back
She's all wired for a heart attack
Pass the poison down the line
Generation genocide

Crack, crack, this is a fact momma's gonna pay
For the love she lacked if nobody bleeds
And takes up the slack
How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back
How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back