Prostitute Songtext
von Eldest 11

Let the prostitute breathe!
Under the concrete.
Where they can′t find a strategy.
And I tell you look at me for awhile...
A Shot caller, Misery!
and it kills me.
The Stars crash down.

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?
(Should've walked away)


Maybe I could cut your throat,
give you less hope.
In the end we′re all afraid.
We float away (make me feel better).
Anemic in a world they say's insecure.
Full of disease...
I'm fighting my own... crushed...

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?

Gold digger... Put the gun in your mouth!
Gold digger... I′m a junkie from walking on burning ground!
Gold digger... and I choke from her perfume...
Gold digger... Harlet! and I feel so abused...

I′m sick of living, but I keep lying... to myself...

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?