Tis A Pity She Was A Whore Paroles

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

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
For that was patrol, that was patrol
‘Tis a pity she was a whore
‘Tis a pity she was a whore