Heal Me - Freak Kitchen

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