Warm Singing Whores

She puts holes through the drift

Through the drift

She paints ceilings on stars

My lover builds drills

She kisses my forehead

Then pays me to touch her

Then takes me to bed by the hand

Takes me to bed by the hand

My lover builds drills

Warm singing whores

For government

Warm singing whores

No no advice

No commentary thank you

No advice

We know these days should be better than these days

We know these days should be better than these days

We know these days

She kisses the cops on the lips

And she takes them to Paris

And tucks them in

She takes them by the hand

And tucks them in

She begs me to touch her

She begs me to touch her

She dresse in rainbows

And curls over to me

My lover refuses to let me believe

That men will be me

From revenge to revenge

To revenge to revenge

Warm singing whores

For government

Warm singing whores

No no advice

No commentary thank you

No advice

We know these days should be better than these days

We know these days should be better than these days

We know these days