The Whore in Yourself Songtext
von Chris Garneau

Your brother said that you wet your 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 kept all the secrets you told her that night
Oh.
You should get more in touch with the whore in yourself.
You should be open to life and not for yourself Oh.
When you talk you stand up and stood by me
And you seem so inclined musically
Do you want to be kold?
And I barely think
We can drink for free
We can drink for free, oh
Let's go make some tea