Whore

The blunt from the cut spills milk from her veins

The sacrifice, the sum of all that remains

She summons the courage and proffers a drink

She undoes her pure urge and offers the pinkness

Of all that is potent, of all that is pure

Of all that is sugar as sweet as liqueur

She purges herself of what has kept her bound

She plunges the wealth of her values and drowns

In her shallow assumptions

And tallies the score

For the face -- face of an angel

Is the face of a whore

I give you good face

Didn't I give you good face

I said I give you good face

When the dribble of your words ain't got no effect

When you're down to the wire that runs neck and neck

When the nudge of what's coming has lost it's reflex

I will elbow my way through this quixotic wreck

When the elastic snap of approval don't stretch

Any further than any further than any further than it can get

Didn't I piss in the face of derision and frown

Didn't i swallow my scruples and wet kiss the ground

I found my faith under these nails

And nailed that face to the door

It's the face -- face of an angel, baby

And the face of a whore

I give you good face

Didn't i give you good face

I said i give you good face

I can't be bothered with detail, can't be bothered no more

I swear to hell there ain't no heaven til we settle this score

I give you good face

Didn't i give you good face

Of an angel

Whore

There's not a dead beat daddy-o daddy-o that could fix this bet

Cuz I don't never wanna remember what I ain't ever gonna forget

A face of a whore

Face of an angel

I give you good face

I said I give you good face