my mom sits at her table
tries to look appealing
the make-up caked on her begins to flake off
she'll fix it when she's able
the stuff's congealing
waiting here for dudes and the crack they've raked up

and she's not tired of this same old story
its been ages
i sit and wait while she gets ready
to roll with some strangers

i know it had to happen
there's been tricks she's turning
and she always charges by the hour
i hear their bodies slapping
smell that crack pipe burning
and here sits poor old me
and i've got no power

but i get tired of the same old atory
its outrageous
i sit and wait while she gets ready
to roll with some strangers

keep on rolling...keep on rolling
ohhhhhhh...roll with some strangers