Speak to me, 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 you inner charm Of how youll keep me safe from harm I dont think so, I dont 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 Just give us something to keep us trying And the whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people are out of love The whores hustle and the hustlers whore The citys ripped right to the core Speak to me of heroin and speed Genocide and suicide of syphilis and greed Speak to me the language of love The language of violence, the language of the heart This isnt the first time, Ive asked for money or love Heaven and Earth dont ever mean enough Speak to me of heroin and speed Just give me something I, I can believe The whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people are out of love The whores hustle and the hustlers whore Citys ripped right to the core
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 11:01:42 +0000