"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 you 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...
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...
The whores hustle, and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love!
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
The city's ripped right to the core!
Speak to me
Of heroin and speed...
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
The city's ripped right to the core!"
-PJ Harvey