You just had that whole system against you, didn't you?   From your daddy, to the johns, to the judges   To the jury, to the jesus-drunk lawyers, to the jailers   They all raped you, didn't they?   In their own systematic way   It all went down in that imperialist-hollywood kinda way   The deals went down in high, high office   About your little "hooker" life   You were used by then   A little used hole   But such a fiery, fierce soul   I saw you giving the finger to all the fingers that held you down   Of course they killed you   The witch hunt never stops   Never stops...