Seven Whores
He came to a ghost town after winning the lottery
He was very tired, so there he slept for several days
When a clear man with a queer round head
Entered his room followed by seven whores, he closed his eyes
His bed was lifted into the hall, and the seven whores quickly followed
He closed his eyes, and down they smiled
Seven whores, seven whores
He never again returned to that godforsaken town
A river cries soulless sleep, a river cries soulless sleep
A river cries soulless sleep, a river cries soulless sleep
And save your soul from seven whores