Whores Of Hollywood
On my hands and knees again
Begging for disease again
I'll do what I want, do what I can
To make it to this promised land
Your baby does gotta do
Only what you want her to
This is a warning
Whores of Hollywood
This is a warning
Whores of Hollywood
Do what I want, I do what I can
I'll do what I want, I do what I can
'Cause I'm sick of love and I'm sick of death
Sick of life and I'm sick of this
Stabbing so in love with you
No more love for you and you
I'm always on my hands and knees
Free?
This is a warning
Whores of Hollywood
This is a warning
Whores of Hollywood
Do what I want, I'll do what I can
Do what I want, I'll do what I can
'Cause I'm sick of love...
Sick of love and I'm sick of death
Sick of life and I'm sick of this
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Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
Mother Nature & Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
Chorus:
I'm the farmer.
I work in the fields all day.
Don't mean to alarm her,
But I know it was meant to be this way.
You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
if you should waiver, if you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.
You signed your picture w
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
Mother Nature & Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
Chorus:
I'm the farmer.
I work in the fields all day.
Don't mean to alarm her,
But I know it was meant to be this way.
You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
if you should waiver, if you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.
You signed your picture w