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.