Juliette Lewis (and The Licks)

Death Of A Whore

Juliette Lewis (and The Licks)

Four on the Floor


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 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 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
Grace me, my God
Oh my god
Wash from me

Compositor: Jason Womack / Juliette Lewis / Kemble Walters / Todd Morse

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