PJ HARVEY: the whores hustle and the hustlers whore

Speak to me of universal laws The whores hustle and the hustlers whore All around me people bleed Speak to me your song of greed... Speak to me of your inner charm Of how you'll keep me safe from harm I don't think so, I don't see Speak to me of your inner peace, oh... Little people at the amusement park City people in the dark Speak to us, send us a sign Just give us something to keep us trying... And the whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people out of love The whores hustle and the hustlers whore This city's ripped right to the core... Speak to me of heroin and speed Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed Speak to me the language of love The language of violence, the language of the heart... This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough Speak to me of heroin and speed Just give me something I can believe... The whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people out of love The whores hustle and the hustlers whore This city's ripped right to the core