No manacles and chains today
In the modern slave trade
Just get hooked on speed and Charlie
That's how modern slaves are made
Then force them on the street
For the all the fixes they need
No need of chains and whips
For the modern slave breed
I get to use them and abuse them
Break them in to the game
I get to teach them respect
Make them learn to fear my name.
Maybe the odd fist
Just to keep them meek
Keep them dependant and docile
work them seven days a weeks.
For there's always a buyer
For the services they sell
And it's all done for a fix
To ease their addicts hell
And if the punter
Likes it rough
As long as he pays
that's just tough
And when they wear out
When they crack and break
No problems with replacement
No income loss at stake
For we have the people traders
Who, with promises of a better life
Take them willingly away
From religious and sectarian strife.
All there for a dime a dozen boys
These days we've got it made
Plenty of willing dupes to use
In the modern day slave trade
The preacher man tells me
l'm going to rot in Hell
But that's a risk I'll take Boys
Because I'm living my life so well.
