Текст песни Heal Me

18 hours a day 7 days a week Locked up in this godforsaken joint Anything you say I turn the other cheek You'd be amazed what one will do at gun-point Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won't you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Had me dig a grave When men without no soul Beat my friend to death when she escaped A new millennium slave Stuck in a hellhole A piece of property, born to be raped Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won't you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own I was sold, a thousand dollars flat Mondays are slow, special leftover fee Won't get old, I am aware of that But I'll go free… Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won't you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own (To Salma)