Time is a hoe

The sound or mourning goes on and on in this shallow hall Echoes bounce round and round never stops for me Chinatown has called for me get my yellow dress Get the wings on my knees fly down below No place for me to go No place where I could call my home Time is a hoe you're gonna die Get me a home I thought I could fly Out in the sky we are the spy Show me the light and I'm gonna shine Trees of those who come and go Through is preety world Gave a chance to burning snow Never again No place for me to go No place where I could call my home Time is a hoe you're gonna die Get me a home I thought I could fly Out in the sky we are the spy Show me the light and I'm gonna shine