Death of a Whore Lyrics
| Song | Death of a Whore |
| Artist | Juliette and the Licks |
| Album | Four on the Floor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lewis, Morse | |
| 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 clippin 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 disapeared 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 vacent 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 been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog | |
| A ravaged animal, a slaughtered hog | |
| Black turns to white am | |
| I talking to god | |
| All my life has come and gone disapeared 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 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 |
| zuo qu : Lewis, Morse | |
| 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 clippin 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 disapeared 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 vacent 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 been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog | |
| A ravaged animal, a slaughtered hog | |
| Black turns to white am | |
| I talking to god | |
| All my life has come and gone disapeared 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 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Lewis, Morse | |
| 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 clippin 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 disapeared 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 vacent 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 been raped and battered and stuffed like a dog | |
| A ravaged animal, a slaughtered hog | |
| Black turns to white am | |
| I talking to god | |
| All my life has come and gone disapeared 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 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 |
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