rave
punk
techno
breakbeat
prodigy
moby
political
eels
ultrasonic
anarchist
crass
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Story behind the song
The lyrics for this track were intended to go with Cosmetics (Part 1) - I was just trying to use a prostitute as an analogy for the way that Sunderland City Council try to attract investments... however, the analogy got away from me and so I ended up writing a song about a junkie whore. As it turned out, the lyrics didn't even fit the intended track, so I ended up writing a new one... In my head, at least, the two are thematically linked...
Lyrics
She sits in front of the mirror
Getting ready for tonight
To sell herself on the market
It’s her god-given right
And it’s all she’s got left
Cos this girl is sick
She’s trying to make up the money
To buy herself another fix
With some cheap perfume
And a revealing dress
She’s trying her best to impress
Anyone who’ll pay her for sex
And though she’ll get nothing from it
Except some STDs
If they pay her enough
Punters can do as they please
She can’t remember a time
When her body was her own
She was always someone’s plaything
Though she knows in her bones
That this is all so wrong
She just can’t escape
This cycle of submission
And perpetual rape
So it’s back to work
On the streets tonight
For another episode in this
Sad and sordid life
And though she’s all tarted up
In the latest style
No amount of make-up hides
The way her eyes don’t smile