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Text písně Skin Trade

Working on the weekend, baby
She's working all through the night
A jump into the deep end gave her
the evidence she required
Takes five; she's got pearls
Don't fake it when it comes to making money
So she smiles. But that's cruel
If you know what she thinks
If you knew what she was after

Sometimes she wonders,
And she laughs in her frustration



Doctors of the revolution gave us
the medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
It's a question of compromise
They got steel.
So cool to get angry at the weekend
and go back to school
So big deal; it's what rules
When it comes to making money,
Say yes, please; thank you

Sometimes you wonder, and ask yourself the question

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the Skin Trade

I know the answer, but I'm asking you the question.

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
We must be working for the Skin Trade