Ruthless Babysitting Lyrics & Chords By Whitehouse

so this is what i've spent my time doing
waiting for sally's daughters to grow up
i know you're fond of questions
so here's some fucking answers
we'll gently rewrite some history
and make believe it's all about empathy and compassion
but first tell me again in bad fucking english
about your three months as a prostitute
the art project gone bad
the trip home at christmas to get the money for an abortion
400 euros in your hand that you swore you couldn't find
another way
i'd have paid gladly
i caught you going through the rubbish again
empty blister packs of sildenafil citrate
why would you want to worship that sickly grey mess?
where's the ecstatic truth in that?
the french harlot child promising "soon or never"
the paedophile in love gazing at 70s snapshots
and feeling very fucking safe
as safe as bright-eyed anne scribbling by candlelight
you cherish the image of her awkwardly posed in the street
the photographer's shadow set to swallow her whole
as dark as the war itself a cheap agfa vermeer
for connoisseurs, perverts and enthusiasts
and not forgetting pretentious cunts like you
or those lucky bundles of warm good nature on summer days in rural france
when they peer into the lens
momentarily distracted from the kittens or dressing up game
what do they know about sex beasts and cancer scares?
partial birth abortion and vaginal infection
david bowie in modern painters
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