the blunt
from the cut spills the milk from her veins
the sacrifice? the sum of all that remains
she summons the courage
and proffers a drink
she undoes her pure urge
and offers the pinkness
- of all that is potent
- of all that is pure
- of all that is sugar
- as sweet as liqueur
she
purges herself of what has kept her bound
she plunges
the wealth of her values and drowns
- in her shallow assumptions
- and tallies the score
- for the face -- face of an angel
- is the face of a whore.
i give you good face
didn`t i give you good face?
said i give you good face.
when the
dribble of your words ain`t got no effect
when you`re down
to the wire that runs neck and neck
when the nudge
of what`s coming has lost it`s reflex
i will
elbow-my-way-through this Quixotic wreck
- when the elastic-snap
- of approval don`t stretch
- any further than any further than any further than
- it can get
didn`t i piss in the face of derision and frown?
didn`t i swallow my scruples and wet kiss the ground?
- i found my Faith under these nails
- and nailed that face to the door
it`s the face--face of and angel, baby
and the face of a whore.
i give you good face
didn`t i give you good face?
said i give you good face.
can`t be bothered with details--
can`t be bothered no more
swear to hell ain`t no heaven
`til we settle this score...
said i give you good face...
face of an angel...
whore.
there`s not a dead-beat daddy-o daddy-o
that could fix this bet
cuz i don`t never wanna remember
what i ain`t never gonna forget:
the face of a whore...
face of an angel...
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