Hamell On Trial Whores
I love whores
Drunks and thieves and whores
And what's more
The poor I find more trustworthy
Than lawyers, politicians, and media magicians
I love sluts
Crazy, drugged up sluts that stab your guts
I love the nuts
The whacked, the cracked
The once-employed, now sacked
I love 'em, they're my brothers
They're my sisters, they're my mothers
I love the loss
Repeating tragedy at any cost
Can't take no poss
To deride them, inside them
There's feelings, they can't hide them
So they blow it 'cause they show it
And they're gone before you know it
We're all chumps
Beautiful chumps with righteous lumps and sacred bumps
We rise from our dumps
Fate will tease us
Whores will squeeze us
And I love 'em
Just like Jesus
I love whores
Ah-hah
Ah-hah-hah-hah-hah
