Good Women

Good women lie with losers every day

I'll take him to the killing fields, lay him down, nameless and deserving

Because I swear I saw my child in her eyes

And I swear I've seen his tears in boys eyes

So let the choir sing hallelujah

As the flames rise higher

It pulls the heartstrings harder

To know that these hands held

Good women bed the charmless every day

They lead the lowest to their rooms

With their eyes, flawless and disarming

And he'll swear he'll be your doll this time

But those dreams you had, they'll suffer, they'll die

So let the choir sing hallelujah

As the flames rise higher

It pulls the heartstrings harder

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held

To know that these hands held