David Bowie never shied away from the theatrical, and this track is no exception. Here, he spins a modern tale of love, betrayal, and violence with a nod to John Ford's 17th-century play—minus the ruffled collars. The lyrics serve up a cocktail of gender role reversals and street-smart skirmishes, suggesting that sometimes relationships are as chaotic as warfare. With "Man, she punched me like a dude," Bowie blurs traditional lines faster than a smudged kohl eyeliner in a mosh pit. Is it about moral decay or just bad luck in love? Either way, Bowie makes clear that even heartbreak can have a backbeat you can dance to.
'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
Lyrics
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'Tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my fate, I suppose
For that was patrol
That was patrol
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Writer(s): David Bowie
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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