The National - Warm Singing Whores lyrics

She puts holes through the drift Through the drift She paints ceilings on stars My lover builds drills She kisses my forehead Then pays me to touch her Then takes me to bed by the hand Takes me to bed by the hand My lover builds drills Warm singing who*es For government Warm singing who*es No no advice No commentary thank you No advice We know these days should be better than these days We know these days should be better than these days We know these days She kisses the cops on the lips And she takes them to Paris And tucks them in She takes them by the hand And tucks them in She begs me to touch her She begs me to touch her She dresse in rainbows And curls over to me My lover refuses to let me believe That men will be me From revenge to revenge To revenge to revenge Warm singing who*es For government Warm singing who*es No no advice No commentary thank you No advice We know these days should be better than these days We know these days should be better than these days We know these days