The Whore in Yourself

The *** in Yourself - Chris Garneau (克里斯·加諾)

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

Woo woo

Woo woo

You should get more

In touch with the whore in yourself

You should be open

To life and not for yourself

Woo woo

Woo woo

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

Woo woo

Woo woo

Woo woo

Woo woo