Warm Singing Whores The National

She puts holes through the drill
Through the drill
She paints ceilings on stars
My lover builds rivers

She kisses my forehead
Then pays me to touch her
Then takes me to bed by the hand
Takes me to bed by the hand
My lover builds rivers

Warm singing whores
For government
Warm singing whores
No no advice
No commentary, thank you
No advice

We know these days should be better than these days
We know these days should be better than these days
We know these days

She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in
She takes them by the hand
And tucks them in
She begs me to touch her
She begs me to touch her
She dresses in rainbows
And curls over me
My lover refuses to let me believe
That men will be men
From revenge to revenge to revenge to revenge to revenge