The Indelicates - Le Godemiché Royal lyrics

You're pure, like you're sleeping And your face is porcelain You're cold, but you're breathing With the ragged clutch of sin And it's so unfair that they cheated you You're light without shadow And the city is your own You see hands in the smokestacks And poetry in the low And it's so unfair what they ask of you And how can they hate you when you're beautiful And make a sewer from your scent How sour, how loveless these people are How cruel, disfigured, and unspent You're slick, like you're reaching And you're tense beneath your palms No port but surrender could welcome you with loving arms And it's so unfair that they crane and stare You're old, you worked for it And you did the best you could You'd have loved them all if they'd asked you You can't put edges onto words And they raise a blade of unfeeling steel And they leer and slobber And how can they hate you when you're beautiful When life was a strawberry[?] spun too well[?] How can they spit so when they speak of you It's so unfair And...and... And it's so unfair