Harlots (Bury the Hatchet) - Hello Ramona

The only hatchet that we’ll bury,

Is the one in your back,

This isn’t the story of passion,

No,

This is the poison of our love,

Yeah,

Sober you stutter,

With a script bound with lies,

Hopeless and heartless,

I call it like I see it,

And that moment that I read it from your lips,

Hot sweat, and his hands on your hips baby,

Suppress all your demons,

I know they’ll never die,

The darkest decor,

Baby, death brings out your eyes,

A-a-anger has a place in all of this,

My hands tightly grasp,

Your broken wicker wrist,

My mouth is stained red,

From all those open wounds I kissed,

You can’t hide that twisted mind,

I know that horror in your in your heart,

I can’t help but feel sorry,

For that harlot in the dark,

And that moment that I read it from your lips,

Hot sweat, and his hands on your hips baby,

Suppress all your demons,

I know they’ll never die,

The darkest decor,

Baby, death brings out your eyes,

Your body was built for the butcher,

But you’re destine for more,

A tongue for the terrible,

A taste for the worst,

A stomach for the gutter,

Baby, Hollywood dirt.

The streets they bleed for you,

The gutters are the cuts on your thighs,

Desperate for affection,

The terror of rejection,

Girl I see it in your eyes,

(Girl I see it in your eyes)

Girl I see it in your eyes,

Yeah,

(Girl I see it in your eyes)

You strung me along,

That demon I’ve been feeding,

Is the only you I’ll ever know,

Keep it down,

Keep it down,

You know that you force fed these lies,

And that moment that I read it from your lips,

Hot sweat, and his hands on your hips baby,

Suppress all your demons,

I know they’ll never die,

The darkest decor,

Baby, death brings out your eyes,