Their heart’s got so many rooms,
More than a brothel’s.
Pumps the pimps into the street,
Where there is heat of the meat;
And strumpets trumpet their sex;
Here the call of the mild,
Is just a red-carpet deception;
And God is in his crevice
For frisk is only a risk
Now new year’s coming,
This spidered street
Needs a sweeper’s treat
More than a brothel’s.
Pumps the pimps into the street,
Where there is heat of the meat;
And strumpets trumpet their sex;
Here the call of the mild,
Is just a red-carpet deception;
And God is in his crevice
For frisk is only a risk
Now new year’s coming,
This spidered street
Needs a sweeper’s treat
