Little Jeanie twelve years old   Old enough to know it's christmas in hells kitchen   And Jeanie's pushin' snow   Miss Candy runs the family business   Jeanie calls her mom   Jeanie's got a beeper and the little light is on   Jeanie's in the subway sellin' rock tonite   Cop sees the vial in her hand can't believe his eyes   He asks her where's your momma, has she lost her mind   Jeanie doesn't answer, Miss Candy's doin' time      Crack, crack, break my back   I'm all wired for a heart attack   Pass the poison down the line   Generation genocide      Meanwhile at the station they guard the gates of hell   Spiritual abortion sitting in a cell   Caseworker in the morning files this life away   God if youre up there show your face      Crack, crack, break your back   She's all wired for a heart attack   Pass the poison down the line   Generation genocide      Crack, crack, this is a fact momma's gonna pay   For the love she lacked if nobody bleeds   And takes up the slack   How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back   How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back