My Red Cell - Fifty Quid lyrics

She takes her clothes off For fifty quid Don't you touch her She's my best friend They're dropping babies on their heads They told my mother she was dead And she had nothing to say I'm coming For you Hide away The big boys in the pictures With the photographs They'll teach you how to live And how to love and how to laugh Her head explodes When you talk to her Shake her hand Don't shake her She's picking pieces Of her life up off the floor Why the bruises, why the bruises? She keeps hitting closed doors And then she kisses the floors Whisper nothing, whisper nothing Whisper nothing to her She can't even hear Get out, stay out Don't you ever touch her Or I'll k** you, my friend I'm coming