Thirty-two years never learned a thing   Spent too much time on cold dark streets   Selling her body her soul for the almighty dollar   If there's a god somewhere watching me she says,   "Damn him for making me weak; but strong enough   at the same time to live so long in hell"      She can wash away the dirt and stains   Tastes of the impure   Wash away the dirt and stains   And wind up on the floor   She can sell her body sell her soul   Forget what it's all for   And pretend that she don't care when they call her   A dirty whore      Twenty-six years and I'm still here   Collecting baggage scars and fear   Selling my body my soul for the almighty dollar   Sometimes I think that I just might   Tumbleweed some desert night   Leave this all behind and start a life   That's not a lie      And wash away the dirt and stains   The taste of the impure   Wash away the dirt and stains   And find a place to grow again   Or walk away, just walk away   And start a life that's more   And go where I don't feel like another   Dirty whore      Sometimes at night it feels like I could walk away   Leave it all behind and start a life that's not a lie   Sometimes I think that we could all just walk away   Leave it all behind leave it all behind      Going to leave some desert night going to start a brand new day   Going to leave some desert night going to start a brand new day   Going to wash it away going to wash it away