The Tiger Lillies

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’ll wrap herself around you like a vine around a bough
Spitting out her venom to the satanic vows
Each man she entices them with her satanic spell
She leads them all to ruin then takes them down to Hell
Snake woman
They wrap themselves around you how quietly they hiss
Now you taste saliva how dirty is their kiss
Snake woman
After they have gone they will shed their skin
While you’re left feeling dirty they’ll feel free of sin
Snake woman
So a snake around you with her teeth will bite
After they have strangled you in the blackest night
Snake woman
Evil evil evil is her kiss
If you listen closely you can hear her hiss
Snake woman

Wake up every morning
Take a coffee down
Then it's in the tube train
In the rush hour to drown
Well, your wife she fucks a neighbour
And calls you a jerk
And when you find out you go berserk
You take a poker to her
And you ram it up her arse
Then you wrap it around her skull
And then you laugh
Well, the neighbour knew you did it
And he turns you in
Now you're gonna pay for your sins
The judge calls you an animal
And says if he could
He'd give you the death sentence -
That would be good
Well, the jury don't take long to establish your guilt
After all, you are guilty, guilty, guilty to the hilt
Well, they found you in your prison cell
Hanging by the neck - your life you had wrecked
And your children they forget you when they can
And when they don't forget you, your memory
Your memory they damn
So now you're rotting in the flames of hell
With a poker rammed up your ass
And around your skull as well

You were seventeen, pretty in the head
Sent in some photographs, this is what they said
Open your legs
Open your legs

You wanna be a model, and this could be a start
They're only jealous when they call you a tart
Open your legs
Open your legs

There's a demand, you're the supply
Dry your tears, that's why
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Just open your legs

In Polynesia the weather is fine,
the Frenchies experiment all of the time,
we are all full of shit, we know this is true,
but when you ain't got a bumhole, you feel blue.

bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.

the Rainbow Warrior, they blew it up,
'cause it tried to kick up a terrible fuss,
nuclear testing is all very well,
when you ain't got a bumhole, life can be hell.

bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.

well we don't care about the size,
we don't care about the shape
but when you haven't got one,
it feels like a mistake.

bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.
give us a bumhole do..

well, you went to your shrink in Brighton,
he said there's nothing he could do,
you went to the hospital, they hadn't a cure for you.
your mother wants you committed and your father, he does too,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.

Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la

you're having hallucinations, you're hearing voices too,
the nurses giving you lots of drugs, 'cause they're fucking good for you.
yes, turn this water into wine, you'll be popular if you do,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.

Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la

they found your body and your body had turned blue,
they found it in an underpass, next to Waterloo.

Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?

murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come,
I like to stalk those I abuse,
I like them to struggle so I can refuse.

murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come.
I like to go prowling on Saturday night,
I like them to struggle and put up a fight.

murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, because I always come,
I've murdered so many i have lost count,
the pleasure it gives me is a large amount.

murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
I murdered the vicar, i murdered his son,
murdered his dad and i murdered his mum.

and I murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered
cats, cats, cats...... as a boy,
then I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs
dogs, dogs,dogs.......now it's the McCoy..

murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
public opinion, it don't swell,
the consensus is I am unwell.

murder is easy, murder is fun.
it's better than sex because I always come,

(repeat)
it's better than sex because i always come (X3) i always come...