Nightbird

I look in the mirror, I’m getting thin Put on make up, to hide my sins Step into the night, onto the street To give the hunters their daily treat One minute’s pleasure, one life of shame Its what I signed for, that’s the game I Sell myself, yes its obscene Turning tricks for folding green (folding green) [Instrumental Interlude] His car slows down, I smile at him Heart of stone, toothless grin Thinks he loves me, that’s his thing Close my eyes, the nightbirds sing (the nightbirds sing) They never notice my disguise Think they’re smarter, think their wise But they don’t know that I despise Their every touch through haunted eyes I Sell myself, yes its obscene Turning tricks for folding green They strip me bare, pick me clean Treat me like their love machine (their love machine) [Instrumental Interlude] One day retire, if I’m still alive Take a job, a nine till five Where no one knows my guilty past Where money talks and hearts are glass I Sell myself, yes its obscene Turning tricks for folding green They strip me bare, pick me clean Treat me like their love machine [Instrumental Interlude] So all you judges, spare me the pain Why I do it, its such a shame The question remains, will I do it again? Three kids to feed, are you insane? Are you insane? Are you insane? Are you insane?