Testo di 'Whore' di Lisa Dal Bello

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