The Tiger Lillies - Sinderella (2009) by The Tiger Lillies (보컬) on maniadb.com

Scrubber, scrubbin' floors
She's lower than a whore
She's a scrubber, she is damned
But she won't have any men

Scrub, scrub, scrubbin' floors
Lower than a whore

Scrubber, yes it's true
She's feeling kind of blue
She's a dirty little wretch
Like a dog tell her to fetch

Scrub, scrub, scrubbin' floors
Lower than a whore

Scrub cinders from the grate
Scrub them from dawn to Eight
She cries by her mother's grave
No time to misbehave

Scrub, scrub, scrub the floor
Lower than a whore

Scrub scrub
Scrub scrub

Hello, boys and girls, and a very merry Christmas to you all. My name is Sinderella. I've been working the streets of this town for too long...

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
I fuck 'em 'til I do bleed
I fuck 'em because there's a need

Well, boys and girls, I guess you could say I was your Christmas crack whore. Ha ha ha!

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
I suck 'em 'til my knees turn blue
I fuck 'em they need me too

My heart's been broken, my heart's bruised
The wheel of fate has me abused
When I was younger my mother died
Now I kneel by her graveside

I think of the kindness, I start to cry
I fuck 'em that's the reason why

I just hope one day I might meet her again
Don't know where and I don't know when
But ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
It's my only reason to live in this world

Once upon a time I was a nice little girl called Cinderella. I was happy as Larry, but then... well, shit happens. Mom died. My mother was a very beautiful person. She was no common whore. She was expensive. I am probably the daughter of a famous singer whose identity, I swore to mother before she died, I would never reveal. Or at least the daughter of one of his band. Or road crew. Or maybe audience.

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon...

Anyway, mama was doing quite well. The social workers hadn't managed to put me in a home. Some of my uncles were quite nice. They only beat mama up when she didn't earn enough money. But as I said: mama was a classy lady. She spent most of her time horizontal. Fuck them! You know what I'm saying?

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon...

I fuck 'em! Yeah, that's what I say!
Fuck 'em! I talk the talk and do the deed.
Fuck 'em! Yeah.

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries
That bird watches and sings
That magic bird luck will you bring

So here only hatred you know
With greasy perverts sink so low
Only drugs and on the game
Each moment you feel shame

Though all around wished you harm
That bird is your good luck charm
And as you sit beside her grave
Your life now so depraved

The pain of loss, ladies and gentlemen. The endless hours of suffering, mourning the one good thing in my life. Sure, my mother may have been a whore. But she wanted something better for her daughter. She had dreams of me being a checkout receptionist in a hotel. Or a shop assistant in a chemist's. But now, there's only the ache of loss. So I go and sit by her grave, with only that bird as company. And I cry me a river. And sometimes that bird sings. I think, maybe she's my mama. Re-incarcerated, boys and girls! Because, even though they say I'm a filthy crack whore, I have a spiritual side. And I was talking to one of the girls on the street. And we were talking about re-incarceration. Foxings told me she didn't believe in death. Life just carries on in different forms. So who knows, ladies and gentlemen? Maybe this bird is my mother, re-incarcerated!

Your life wasted on your back
Your only joy now is crack
Well up in Heaven she does wait
So never let your heart break

An angel disguised as a bird
Will listen to her every word
So Sinderella's heart won't break
Happiness in Heaven waits

The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love
Well, when this life has been consumed
A crack whore you feel doomed

I don't know what it all means, ladies and gentlemen. Do we go to Heaven? Fall into the flames of Hell? Or are we all re-incarcerated? I don't know, boys and girls. But I do know something. It all means jack shit when you're in pain.

This world is cruel, this world is bad
In Crackwhore Hell, life is sad
The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love

Then down that bird, that bird will fly
Take you to Heaven in the sky
Sinderella, crack whore
Your mother you does adore

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries

I am Sinderella
I am just a whore
I am the lowest
I scrub the floor

Scrub the floor
Scrub the floor

I am Sinderella
All services provide
One hundred sailors nightly
Bruise my insides

My insides
My insides
I'm open wide

I am Sinderella
I am just a slut
Well, over there's my boyfriend
He your throat will cut

You throat will cut
You throat will cut
You throat will cut

I am Sinderella
If I don't work hard enough
Then my boyfriend
He will beat me up

Will beat me up
Will beat me up
Will beat me up

I am Sinderella
Don't you carry cash?
Otherwise my boyfriend
Your throat he will slash

Your throat will slash
Your throat will slash
Your throat will slash

I am Sinderella
I am just a whore

There must be a reason
There must be a time
There must be a God
Who is divine

By the moon

There must be God
There must be a plan
It cannot be chaos
Each one of us damned

By the moon

When are going to come
Off of your cloud
And realise
There's nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

By the moon

There must be somebody
Who did create
There must be a reason
There must be fate

By the moon

There must be a deity
In the stars
Who controls all
From afar

By the moon

No destiny, astrology
No happy ever after
No God, no saviour, no knight
No knight in shiny armour

By the moon

There must be a book
Which states the law
There must be an order
Which is not flawed

By the moon

There must be a reason
Why we exist
There must be a reason
For all of this

By the moon

No intervention
From the divine
If God exists
Then God is a swine

By the moon

So when are you going to come
Off of your cloud
And realise there's nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

By the moon

When I was a little girl
My mother died
My father took himself
A new bride

My father didn't know
His new wife's ways
I was like a servant
Scrubbed the floor every day

I cried
I cried

How I missed my mother
The only one who me loved
As I upon my knees
On the floor would scrub

My stepmother would only
Give me scraps to eat
Whenever she felt like it
She used to me beat

I cried
I cried

My father couldn't see
The evil of his wife
The misery with which
She drove my life

My father was a weak man
My father he was weak
And of my evil stepmother
Not a bad word I could speak

I cried
I cried

I cried over my mother's grave
I cried every night
My tears flowed over it
Until the daylight

And if my stepmother saw
Any of this
She would laugh in my face
And she would take the piss

I cried
I cried

I'll pick you up early
From the school gates at 3:30
I'll take you down Soho
Be ready to Go-Go
The perverts will be ready
The queue it will be steady
I'll charge you 50 percent
And then I'll charge you for the rent

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I'll feed you narcotics
Make sure you're erotic
And then I'll feed some to your pals
And soon I'll have a chain of gals
I'll wait outside your school
I'll seem so nice, I'll seem so cool
In my expensive car
I promise I'll make you a star

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I'll get you a modeling contract
Just lie here on your back
And let perverts stick it in
And leer at you with sickly grins
My paedophile ring, it's the best
My customers they all attest
So come on perverts, come on down
I've got the best ring in the town

Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad

I keep it in the family
All my daughters work for me

Tick tock goes the clock tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
I remember as a young man in the young girl's arms
Now I'm old and impotent waiting to be embalmed
I remember as a young man marriage and childbirth
Now I'm old and cynical and I've got a bloated girth
I remember as a young man steady on my feet
Now I need a walking stick and I haven't got any teeth