the blunt    from the cut spills the milk from her veins   the sacrifice? the sum of all that remains   she summons the courage   and proffers a drink   she undoes her pure urge   and offers the pinkness   - of all that is potent   - of all that is pure   - of all that is sugar   - as sweet as liqueur   she   purges herself of what has kept her bound   she plunges   the wealth of her values and drowns   - in her shallow assumptions   - and tallies the score   - for the face -- face of an angel   - is the face of a whore.      i give you good face   didn't i give you good face?   said i give you good face.   when the   dribble of your words ain't got no effect   when you're down   to the wire that runs neck and neck   when the nudge   of what's coming has lost it's reflex   i will   elbow-my-way-through this Quixotic wreck   - when the elastic-snap   - of approval don't stretch   - any further than any further than any further than   - it can get   didn't i piss in the face of derision and frown?   didn't i swallow my scruples and wet kiss the ground?   - i found my Faith under these nails   - and nailed that face to the door   it's the face--face of and angel, baby   and the face of a whore.      i give you good face   didn't i give you good face?   said i give you good face.      can't be bothered with details--   can't be bothered no more   swear to hell ain't no heaven   'til we settle this score...   said i give you good face...   face of an angel...   whore.   there's not a dead-beat daddy-o daddy-o   that could fix this bet   cuz i don't never wanna remember   what i ain't never gonna forget:   the face of a whore...   face of an angel...   i give you good face.