2017.08.29.
W.H.O.R.E
Versions: #2Yesterday I got off the bus at noon
The wrong way to go it seemed
In my head the same old prayer
God willing today's not my day
I utter it and pick up my pace
My body is in flight
A piercing scream was heard swallowed in the middle of the city
And at the projects? How many? Who?
The blood spilled and the body still on the ground
Girl...
Because she's just another girl
When night turns to day
It won't eve make the news (won't even make the news)
Tomorrow cowardice will be just another measure, opressing, insulting
Go ahead motherfucker
Daddy wanted me for dinner
Ripped my rags off me and right there he fucked me
Again this fucking Motherland betrayed me
And I'm nothing but a bitch in heat
And I run
I don't know where to
Oh help me
It's my turn this time
Today I caught myself running
And it was pitch black, the bright sun
There goes the puppet girl
Won't make the headlines
(And yet you hear that)
The clothes were too revealing
She was asking for it
That red lipstick
Acting all slutty
That provoking cleavege
The cut runs deep
Slow death to a strong womb
Sometimes I change directions
When I see a man walking towards me
I don't know if he comes bearing rose or thorn
If it's a slap or a caress
If he comes to bless or to harass
And what if we switched this point of view
And the phallus was the victim
What would people say?
Shifting, then, the focus of the story
Stripping from the men the glory
Of running this place
Help me I'm at the end of my rope
I either kill or I'm killed
And there's no one who can judge me
And fuck it if you rip my clothes off me
I rip your dick off with my teeth
And make you suck it
Just so you can see how bitter your poison really is
I'll make the world very small
And may God grant me my revenge
And may God grant me my revenge
And may God grant me my revenge
And I run
I don't know where to
Oh help me
It's my turn this time
(Chico Buarque citation)
Died the wrong way disturbing the Saturday
(I don't know where to)
Agonized right in the middle of the sidewalk
(It's my turn this time)
Died the wrong way like a machine
(I don't know where to)
Eyes dull with cement and traffic
(It's my turn this time)
Loved that one time as if it was the last