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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 |
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| 2. |
| 3:28 |
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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. |
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| 3. |
| 4:18 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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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 |
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| 6:33 |
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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 |
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| 2:31 |
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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 |
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| 8. |
| 2:49 |
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| 9. |
| 1:56 |
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| 10. |
| 2:46 |
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| 11. |
| 2:24 |
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| 12. |
| 2:04 |
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| 13. |
| 2:47 |
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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 |
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| 1. |
| 3:46 |
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| 2. |
| 5:54 |
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| 3. |
| 2:08 |
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| 4. |
| 3:44 |
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| 5. |
| 2:41 |
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| 6. |
| 2:57 |
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| 7. |
| 3:38 |
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| 8. |
| 3:14 |
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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 |
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| 4:30 |
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| 10. |
| 2:18 |
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| 11. |
| 2:34 |
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| 12. |
| 2:32 |
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