Once upon a time you used to walk the streets all night Cleaning up with lonely souls paying for good times You got a little greedy taking from the top The boss found out and tracked you down and ruined such a pretty face Battery acid, baby, don't you cry I just can't stand it when you make that face Your life was a gamble and you lost your biggest hand Now you wear a mask, stay shrouded in shame The basement of a crackhouse is the only place you'll work Taking on the poor souls too high to even tell Keep the lights down low, babe, you're better off that way Acid burns, lingerie, the hottest mess in Detroit city