The National - Warm Singing Whores lyrics
[The National - Warm Singing Whores lyrics]
Through the drill
She paints ceilings on stars
My lover builds rivers
She kisses my forehead
Then pays me to touch her
Then takes me to bed by the hand
Takes me to bed by the hand
My lover builds rivers warm singing whores
For government warm singing whores
No no advice no commentary, thank you
No advice
We know these days should be
Better than these days
We know these days should be
Better than these days we know these days
She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me to touch her
She begs me to touch her
She dresses in rainbows and curls over me
My lover refuses to let me believe
That men will be men
From revenge to revenge to revenge
To revenge to revenge
Warm singing whores for government
Warm singing whores no no advice
No commentary, thank you no advice
We know these days should be
Better than these days
We know these days should be
Better than these days we know these days
Somebody get some
Some dick hard as for senators
Some Black Hawk for the Chief
Little, little
Little Black Hawk for the Chief
Little, little
Little Black Hawk for the Chief
Little, little
Little Black Hawk for the Chief somebody get