My Bedroom Is Like For Artists

Hey, been trying to meet you
Hey, must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at my door, whore in my bed
But hey where have you been?
If you go I will surely dieWe're chained
We're chained
We're chained"Uh," said the man to the lady
"Uh," said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir, go "Uh" all night
And Mary, ain't you tired of this?
'Uh' is the sound that the mother makes
When the baby breaksWe're chained
We're chained
We're chained