Bruises are decor 
the perks of being a whore 
the beauty in being sore 
laying mangled on the floor 
She's a child of this war 
y baby's not a bore.
Child of this War
Child of this War
Bruises are decor 
the perks of being a whore 
the beauty in being sore 
laying mangled on the floor 
She's a child of this war 
y baby's not a bore.