pearls, for girls
But I wish I had a penny for the poor, I despise
If I touch, your skin
And you break my back you brings tears to my eyes.
They whiten the walls of Washington. Lip Sync.
shells, as well
But I'm holding back my fire till they're in my sights
I got guns, to run
Catch me running faster than a white boy's lies.
Running red as the roads of Birmingham. Lip Sync.
sex, for sale
I'm trading in chains for the virgin brides
I got hell, to pay
And I'm cracking like the whip for the dog I hired.
We darken the doors of Whitehall. Lip Sync.
Darken the doors... Lip Sync.