i’m feeling like the young whore

who wore
an anklet of bells with unshaven legs
and let all the men
come close before they realize
that she was ugly

and like her
i smile with rotten teeth
‘cause their revulsion is
well what i’m going for

triumph/ solitude/ freedom/ from you/ from you/ from you/ solitude

where i let all the hair just grow
and sing and dance with my
ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling you know
and i see no one looking back at me
and i see no reaction
no i see no reaction

 

The
   PRICE of
       FREEDOM

 

 

 
triumph/ solitude/ freedom/ from you
gotta get away/ from your eyes
if ugliness/
is the only way/
        then i’ll take it
yeah, i’ll take it

 

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                                                                )
but they will not leave me alone
still on the job
slowly pacing back and forth
still on the job
wanting to punch the cement
let my scream blow their cum away
but i’m		  
still on the job
‘cause i’m feeling like young whore
who wore
an anklet of bells with unshaven legs
and let all the men
come close before they realize
that she was ugly
gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck gotta make a buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck
but i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
 
and i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom
no i
i wouldn’t mind
getting’ ugly for
freedom