Lyrics of 'tis a pity she was a whore

Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, i cried
'tis a pity she was a whore
'tis my curse, i suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war

Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'tis a pity she was a whore

'tis a pity she was a whore

Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, i cried
'tis a pity she's was a whore
'tis my face, i suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
'tis a pity she was a whore