She cried about the folks
Because they tattooed their bodies
With a poem she wrote
She saw how they hated with fright
She said you only lived here
Now you know what it's like

She saw and she knew
No one came once they read about you
She saw and she felt
Got to please me but you got to be you

So filthy

She knew nothing was clear
Because her excuse was ignorance and fear
She saw how they left to die
She left this world without saying goodbye

She saw and she knew
No one came once they read about you
She heard and she knew
Got to please me but you got to be you

So filthy

Filthy