Dark Angels, Ladies of the Night

Shadowy streets and black corners,
Some cruisers, some are walkers,
Men seek us, Dark Angels, every night.

They rush and they hurry
Full of paranoia and worry
Like us, check no Bill are in sight.

Clear skies or heavy rain,
Even when the cold causes us pain,
We Dark Angels are out dodgin’ the law

A little, a lot
What have you got?
We ask as we phone up our dealers to score

Then Dubs we will smoke
Followed by Bs to numb the pain,
Then it’s back out to work in the rain.

But each of us know
We depend on that dough
No cash, so no drugs, means rattle – such PAIN.