Prostitute

[00:00.000]	作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000]	作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000]	There has to be more than this
[00:10.159]	Is there no reason for me to exist
[00:18.594]	But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves?
[00:31.150]
[00:32.398]	How is it so
[00:40.331]	A child can be bought for a year's worth of grain?
[00:48.857]	In this day and age
[00:55.997]	It's hard to explain but it happens again and again
[01:07.712]
[01:08.190]	I'll never forget the scene
[01:15.531]	Where the freckled jowls contort across my father's face and disappear under the wheels of the cart
[01:26.846]
[01:27.320]	Then the sky parts
[01:30.509]	Pillar of rain
[01:34.469]	It is my mother
[01:40.997]
[01:41.413]	In another life
[01:46.927]	If I ever had children of my own
[01:54.855]	I'd cleave them to my breast
[02:03.542]	And convey them far from this country of demons made flesh
[02:14.012]
[02:44.528]	My last bedfellow is choked to the death on a dummy of puke
[02:59.672]	I stole this horse, Old Speckled Brownface
[03:10.479]	From the royal tannery
[03:16.196]	Haunches glossy with sweat
[03:26.247]	We burst through the birch
[03:31.582]	Turn our heads north
[03:37.999]	With dawn in our lungs we reach the border

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : Richard Dawson
[00:00.000]	There has to be more than this
[00:10.159]	Is there no reason for me to exist
[00:18.594]	But for as a plaything of miscreants, malingerers, dastards and knaves?
[00:31.150]
[00:32.398]	How is it so
[00:40.331]	A child can be bought for a year' s worth of grain?
[00:48.857]	In this day and age
[00:55.997]	It' s hard to explain but it happens again and again
[01:07.712]
[01:08.190]	I' ll never forget the scene
[01:15.531]	Where the freckled jowls contort across my father' s face and disappear under the wheels of the cart
[01:26.846]
[01:27.320]	Then the sky parts
[01:30.509]	Pillar of rain
[01:34.469]	It is my mother
[01:40.997]
[01:41.413]	In another life
[01:46.927]	If I ever had children of my own
[01:54.855]	I' d cleave them to my breast
[02:03.542]	And convey them far from this country of demons made flesh
[02:14.012]
[02:44.528]	My last bedfellow is choked to the death on a dummy of puke
[02:59.672]	I stole this horse, Old Speckled Brownface
[03:10.479]	From the royal tannery
[03:16.196]	Haunches glossy with sweat
[03:26.247]	We burst through the birch
[03:31.582]	Turn our heads north
[03:37.999]	With dawn in our lungs we reach the border