Kayla Green River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

More Lyrics from Southern Trendkill Songs

'Green River' is really about this place where I used to go as a kid on Putah Creek, near Winters, California. Putah Creek means "Whore Creek" and ends up on.

Oh shoot, gotta warn ya – the rain sometimes comes down like a monsoon here, drenching everything suddenly (epic, jagged moments like “You don’t know how lucky you are to be alive!”). I remember one famous night I had a massage session outdoors in a tiny, backstreet courtyard near the station on Vine St. – rain tapping on the pavement, city lights blurred, and there I was, feeling every drop like a heartbeat. It was crazy, almost poetic... just like those moments in Leviathan that leave you wonderin’ about life, bloody raw and humbling.

Awards from the Green River Chamber of Commerce Awards Luncheon