About a Whore, About a Kill... - The Provenance

There’s a new day ahead as yesterday’s put to bed

And I’ll watch it all with my new eyes and dread…

When the fever comes for you

With its black eyes fixed like glue

There she goes with her head held high

Unaware she’s about to die

Poor thing was ill

Had to do her in

Peaceful and still

I love a good sin

Poor thing was sick

I put her down

Bashed her with a brick

Then stole her crown

There’s a new day ahead as yesterday is put down

And I’ll watch it all as the world begins to drown…

Poor thing was sick

I put her down

Bashed her with a brick

Then stole her crown

There’s a new day ahead as yesterday is put down

And I’ll watch it all as the world begins to drown…

There’s a new day ahead as yesterday is put down

(aaahhhh)

And I’ll watch it all as the world begins to drown…

(aaahhhh)