Sad City Sisters Jethro Tull

[Ezekiel 23:2-11]

Hard to choose, to choose between them:
Tramps on a night out, out of season
Bare legs and arms at the taxi stand
Shoes in hand, cold kerb to freeze on

What desperation, what souls possessed
With lonely demons are put to test?
Why should we worry, why should we care
That warrior horsemen shame, defile them?
Why tip the cabbie, plus his fare?

So send them home to stumble in
And toss their knickers in the bin
Repentance looms then mеlts away
Mocked by dark unearthly silencе
Replaced by incubus at play

Bad sisters stare, graffiti walls
Stare in return when weekend calls
The empty bragging, the empty lives
In anguish echo through empty malls

What desperation, what souls possessed
With lonely demons are put to test?
Why should we worry, why should we care
That warrior horsemen shame, defile them?
The six-gun notches say it all