Inkubus Sukkubus - Two Penny Whore

The streets are paved with mud and death
The whores have wheezed their dying breath
With gin and piss and blood and gold
The grim foundations have their hold
The babes are blue, their rags are black
You lift her skirt and find the key
To lust and sin and misery

This is the life of a two-penny whore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny whore

The gold of youth's turned foetis brown
The walls have all come tumbling down
She drinks form pain, she drinks for glee She drinks with the hope it'll set her free
With lips a-snarl and eyes rolled back
The dart will find the Devil's crack
A whore can wear he rspell of lust
Then cast you face-down in the dust

This is the life of a two-penny whore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny whore
She'll slit your purse and make you poor
Then slit your throat at Satan's door
This is the life of a two-penny whore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny whore
With pox and stench and weeping sore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny whore