The Whore In Yourself

You brother said they give you a bed every night.

Your mother wept cause she thinks that you're dead every night.

Your lover left

He said he had a good night

Your sister canned all the secrets you told her that night

You should get more in touch with the whore in yourself.

You should be open to life and not for yourself

When you talk you stand up and sit by me

And you seem to incline musically, that you want to be all

And I barely think

We can drink for free

We can drink for free, oh

Let's go back down to eat