Nobody

Speak to me of universal laws
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me people bleed
Speak to me your song of greed

Speak to me of your inner charm
Of how you'll keep me safe from harm
I don't think so, I don't see
Speak to me of your inner peace

Little people at the amusement park
City people in the dark
Speak to us, send us a sign
Tell us something to keep us trying

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustler and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

Speak to me of heroin and speed
Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
Speak to me the language of love
The language of violence, the language of the heart
This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love
Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Just give me something I can believe

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustler and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core




	Nobody Something to Do Before I Die Home Get Email Updates Buy! Purchase! Consume! No One Knows My Plan Put on your Red Shoes and Dance the Blues Maybe I should play God, and shoot you myself Bells and Footfalls and Soldiers and Dolls In my Heart I did No Crime God said to Abraham "Kill me a son" My Alter Ego "Official" Tori He said "Hi," by the way Admin Password Remember Me 649107 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2002-12-04 10:14 AM The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: PJ Harvey Read/Post Comments (2) Speak to me of universal laws The whores hustle and the hustlers whore All around me people bleed Speak to me your song of greed Speak to me of your inner charm Of how you'll keep me safe from harm I don't think so, I don't see Speak to me of your inner peace Little people at the amusement park City people in the dark Speak to us, send us a sign Tell us something to keep us trying The whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people out of love The whores hustler and the hustlers whore This city's ripped right to the core Speak to me of heroin and speed Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed Speak to me the language of love The language of violence, the language of the heart This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough Speak to me of heroin and speed Just give me something I can believe The whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people out of love The whores hustler and the hustlers whore This city's ripped right to the core Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top