hey been trying to meet you

hey
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where
have you
been
if you go i will surely die

we're chained

uh
said the man to the lady
uh
sad the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and mary ain't you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we're chained