The child, br Siting hunched in the corner, br Cold and hungry, br Watches the heaving bodies on the make-shift bed. br br Although he sees this act br At least twice a day br Sex has no meaning to him, br - It's just mummy making money! br br Maybe this time - br She'll have enough money left to feed him. br Maybe this time! br br Suddenly he wakes br From a cold-induced sleep br To find a loaf of bread on the floor. br Gorging himself greedily br Something shiny catches his eye br From his mother's bed. br br Just for a second he sees the needle br Before it plunges home. br br He smiles br Relief fills his emaciated form, br No beatings tonight he thinks.