Whore – Dalbello – letras

the bluntfrom the cut spills the milk from her veinsthe sacrifice? the sum of all that remainsshe summons the courageand proffers a drinkshe undoes her pure urgeand offers the pinkness- of all that is potent- of all that is pure- of all that is sugar- as sweet as liqueurshepurges herself of what has kept her boundshe plungesthe 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 facedidn’t i give you good face?said i give you good face.when thedribble of your words ain’t got no effectwhen you’re downto the wire that runs neck and neckwhen the nudgeof what’s coming has lost it’s reflexi willelbow-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 getdidn’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 doorit’s the face–face of and angel, babyand the face of a whore.i give you good facedidn’t i give you good face?said i give you good face.can’t be bothered with details–can’t be bothered no moreswear to hell ain’t no heaven’til we settle this score…said i give you good face…face of an angel…whore.there’s not a dead-beat daddy-o daddy-othat could fix this betcuz i don’t never wanna rememberwhat i ain’t never gonna forget:the face of a whore…face of an angel…i give you good face.