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I'm drinking wine in the morning
I just can't seem to stop
Snorting blue collar gak from a black hooker's arse
And the mirrorball's starting
work
It's like I got punched in the nuts
By a dude who knows Thai-chi

Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Smells like sushi

Asian Hooker!
Hot little
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly 
so I'm down wit hoe play
Turn, turn, turn, turn

It's a new kind of slavery
When our tricks became our ties
We are all chopped by the same, knife

But I keep looking
Cursing the Bible

Hallow-ed by my name
Yelling at fathers
Screaming at mothers
Hallow-ed by my name

Sluts and the hookers have taken your money
And the hookers waitin' watchfully as they sit there by the door.


So, I'll work on the towboats with my slippery city shoes on

Which I swore I would never do
Moon
Oh oh, give it to me please, whoa

Well I stepped inside, and I stood by the door
A dark-eyed girl sang and played the guitar
Hookers
Jesus knows my story, he knows the position that I'm in
A hooker knows the feeling to get fucked the way I've been
Turn my insides out; your mouth
and saw them hookers on the curb
Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats
Talking to the brothes in the alley, the word
The party's at 7, and girls
A hooker in a red skirt testified and repented
While the deacons passed a snake stared and squinted

Someone had a spirit Ran up and down the isle
When
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
I dig the sound of the old street cars
Hooker's perfume and the shabby bars
That old cop who busted me
Never forgot my name

I dig the summer
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon

Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers
heaven can wait as you should know by now
but you really don't care and that's OK too, somehow
every time I ask you what you want to be 
you say
No horizon is obscured by the clouds. settlements make nary a sound.
And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea.
While
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
Famous like DiMaggio
You can tell a tranny by the neck
Catch me in ? with the bow and arrow
Roasting marrow
?
Tying hookers to the railroad
Doctor
as grapes to wine and 
Sweet as 
I'm gatherin' up my friends today 
All these hookers and soldiers and swine 
And would be saints 
All alone in their
to find your 15 minute fame
I hear it happens everyday
In the obituary
Simple dream to a hooker on the street
Kept alive by her apathy
Started with
Oh, I know wanna sound weak
Is lookin' old and time to seek
While the hooker in the doorway
Leaves to turn another cheek

And the jukebox in
a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
They said,
There was a man whose deeds were dark as night
And quite by chance he rode into the light
A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run
Livin' by
The hooker and the gunman
Barely more than a fucking child

And up the fucking hills
Silicon mummies by their pools
Sips their fucking drinks
And smile