Dial H for Whore - Behind Crimson Eyes

Your pride is black and blue tonight

But your womb is full of more than his delight

Ravish his every desire

And suck every inch of his latex attire

So take a deep breathe and swallow now

And all that you taste is bitterness you chaste

And all these red lights and lusty suicides

You’ll pay more than he owes

And all these black eyes with cash goodbyes

You’ll pay more than he owes

Now this awkward silence

Between pleasure and paying

Cuts air like knives

Infests your wound like spite

He says «Bitch just go down, down.

Just go down, down

Bitch just go down, down.

Just go down, down.»

And all these red lights and lusty suicides

You’ll pay more than he owes

And all these black eyes with cash goodbyes

You’ll pay more than he owes

You’ll pay more than he owes

Don’t you have any shame?

Don’t you feel any pain?

Don’t you have any shame?

Don’t you feel any pain?

You’ll pay more than!

You’ll pay more than!

You’ll pay more than!

You’ll pay more than!