Paise ki pahachaan yaha
Insaan ki qimat koi nahi
Bach ke nikal jaa is basti
Mein karta mohabbat koi nahi

Biwi bahan maan beti na
Koi paise kaa sab rishtaa hai
Biwi bahan maan beti na
Koi paise kaa sab rishtaa hai
Aankh kaa aansu khun
Jigar kaa mitti se bhi sastaa hai
Mitti se bhi sastaa hai
Sab ka teri jeb se nata
Teri zururat koi nahi
Bach ke nikal jaa is basti
Mein karta mohabbat koi nahi

Shokh gunaaho ki ye mandi
Mithaa zahar jawaani hai
Shokh gunaaho ki ye mandi
Mithaa zahar jawaani hai
Kahate hai imaan jise wo
Kuchh noto ki kahaani hai
Kuchh noto ki kahaani hai
Bhukh hai mazahab is
Duniya kaa aur haqiqat koi nahi
Bach ke nikal jaa is basti mein
Karta mohabbat koi nahi

Zindagi kyaa hai cheez yaha
Mat puchh aankh bhar aati hai
Zindagi kyaa hai cheez yaha
Mat puchh aankh bhar aati hai
Raat mein karati byaah kali wo
Bewaa subah ho jaati hai
Bewaa subah ho jaati hai
Aurat ban kar is kuche
Mein rahati aurat koi nahi
Bach ke nikal jaa is basti
Mein karta mohabbat koi nahi
Karta mohabbat koi nahi.

Here, coin reigns supreme,
No measure for the soul's esteem.
Flee this town, this hollow space,
Where love's true touch finds no embrace.

Wife, sister, mother, daughter too,
Bound by coin, a shallow view.
Wife, sister, mother, daughter's ties,
All tethered to the coin's disguise.
Tears of eyes, the blood of heart,
Cheaper than the dust, a broken start,
A broken start.
All seek connection from your purse,
Your need, a whisper, a silent curse.
Flee this town, this barren land,
Where love's true touch is contraband.

A market thrives on sinful grace,
Youth, a sweet poison in this place.
A market thrives on sinful grace,
Youth, a sweet poison in this place.
Faith they speak of, a hollow claim,
Just a story, notes and fame,
Notes and fame.
Hunger is the creed they hold,
Truth, a story to be sold.
Flee this town, this poisoned ground,
Where love's true touch is never found.

What is life, here in this sphere?
Ask not, lest your eyes shed tear.
What is life, here in this sphere?
Ask not, lest your eyes shed tear.
A flower weds the night's dark hold,
Widowed by the dawn, her story told.
Widowed by the dawn, a broken vow,
No woman left, in this town now.
Flee this town, this shadowed space,
Where love's true touch finds no embrace.
Love's embrace is lost to all.