Sierras' Sorrow

Sierras’ Sorrow / It’s A Living

Tonight a young woman cries

But it's a living

It's Sierras' sorrow. The tears she can't hide

She deeper in debt with each hand on her thigh

Temptress in turmoil, seductress in shames' chains, enslaved

Enslaved

She feeds on his company, of limited value but she'll feed his sick need

She is barely alive; sustained by addiction

The bitter stench of sloth fills the room

But she somehow survives; undressing on stage

She crawls naked and so objectified

But she is proud in her show glitter

She wears

Apathy in her eyes, glazed

Her lost youth turns to ash in the tray

At the edge of the stage

Where she crawls, gathering change

Sierras’ life scattered on the floor;

A few loose lacy things and a couple of fancy high-heeled shoes

She counts all her money and leaves

Sucking on her pacifier

In a haze of body spray, beer, mist and smoking cigarettes

But she turns at the end of her set and whispers in his ear

Are you ready for your private dance yet Daddy?

Sugar Daddy

Self medicating Daddy.

Oh it’s a living

For the Devils’ gotta’ holda’ me, tearin’ a Hamilton Strip outta’ Barton Street

The Devil’s gotta’ hold on me, Private eyes, cross the Canal on me

The monsters can’t wait to maul me

Take their money, so seductively

Devils’ got his dick in me

Why won’t my daddy rescue me!

From Barbie dolls to Music-Vids

From playhouse to inner-city skids

A ballerina pole-dance princess slowly, deeply, sadly dies

Such sorrow in Sierras’ eyes

Such sorrow in Sierras’ eyes

Oh… such sorrow but it’s a living

Tonight Sierra’s so high

Wasting away

It is her compromise

She wanted so much

She needed the chance

Now it’s her circumstance, in the change room mirror, behind the D.J. booth, bare naked, alone without a home, she cries,

Survive! Survive! Survive!

But it’s a living, Sierra cries