The Tiger Lillies - My Daughter lyrics
[The Tiger Lillies - My Daughter lyrics]
A cripple, a leper, a blind man
Homeless, brain damaged, antique
The king of the beggars
He walks in the street
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter her we adore
She's earning good money
She's a hard-working whore
No legs, no arms, we're blind
And can't speak
We beg that your heart it grows weak"
The king of the beggars
He walks in the street
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter her we adore
She's earning good money
She's a hard-working whore
Well, we live and we work in the street"
Homeless, brain damaged, antique
The king of the beggars
He walks in the street
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter her we adore
She's earning good money
She's a hard-working whore
No legs, no arms, we're blind
And can't speak
We beg that your heart it grows weak"
The king of the beggars
He walks in the street
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter her we adore
She's earning good money
She's a hard-working whore
Well, we live and we work in the street"