Prostitute Songtext
von Fifteen

Hey sister, I see you standing on the corner
I think I might just pull on over
See if you need some condoms
Take a minute and listen to a mountain of problems

Hey sister, I see you on the corner
I think I might just pull on over
You know the county pays me pretty well
To make sure you don′t get infected
But no one seems to care if you ever make it out of hell

I ask you how did you get here and you tell me

I was only 12 years old and daddy raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 10 years old and my stepfather raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 8 years old, mama's boyfriend raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 5 years old and the neighbor boy raped me
Over and over and over and over again


The story′s always the same
We can impose morality and blame and shame
We can criminalize the side effects of a lifetime of torture
We can moralize and look at things so Biblically
We can look at things so legally and think we're preserving order
We can swim in denial and think that somehow
Jail can heal post-traumatic disorder

Hey sister, I see you there at the bus stop
I can almost hear you asking god to make the pain stop
I know the drugs don't work anymore
You got black eyes, your arms are covered with sores

Hey sister, I see you waiting in line to get your Methadone
I can almost hear you wondering what
Would it be like to have some kind of home
The county pays pretty well to keep us strung out
Just another set of men who′ll give you
Anything so long as you never try to leave hell

I ask you how did you get here and you tell me

I was only 12 years old and daddy raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 10 years old and my stepfather raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 8 years old, mama′s boyfriend raped me
Over and over and over and over again
I was only 5 years old and the neighbor boy raped me
Over and over and over and over again


The story's always the same
We can impose morality and blame and shame
We can criminalize the side effects of a lifetime of torture
We can moralize and look at things so Biblically
We can look at things so legally and think we′re preserving order
We can swim in denial and think that somehow
Jail can heal post-traumatic disorder

You can get up and walk away from hell
You can get up and run away from hell
You can get up and walk away from hell
You can get up and run away from hell