'Uh' is the sound that the mother makes
But hey where have you been?
And the whores like a choir, go "Uh" all night
And Mary, ain't you tired of this?
We're chained
We're chained
We're chained
"Uh," said the man to the lady
We're chained
Or whores in my head
We're chained
When her fingers break
Whores at my door, whore in my bed
If you go I will surely die
"Uh," said the lady to the man she adored