Death Of A Whore

(Don't tell me what to do!
(I am the man who work with the heck)
(What you gonna do?)

I feel dirty and cheap, like I'm built from the street
Fresh blood and dead meat another child's been beat
Yesterday is always too far away
And all my tomorrows won't save me today

High heels clipping like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs again
Oh, lord!

All my life has come and gone
Disappeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real, all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh, I'm having visions again

Hawk eyes stare down a vacant hall
Down on your knees, head blind to the call
One, two, oh surprise, there's four!
Locked in a room, I ran for the door

Come on bitch or should I call you a whore?
Knocked to the floor, my head opened and poured
I've been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog
A ravaged animal or a slaughtered hog
Black turns to white, am I talking to God?

All my life has come and gone
Disappeared my mind
And I can't right my wrongs
I felt like nothing was real, all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep
And oh, I'm having visions again

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you some more!

Hush, hush, little girl
Don't you cry
Oh, my God
Wash from me, please
Grace me, my God
Oh, my God
Wash from me