Whorticulture – Crucify (Tori Amos Cover)

Official music video 'Crucify (Tori Amos Cover)' per­formed by 'Whorticulture'.

Lyrics (Originally by Tori Amos):

Every fin­ger in the room is point­ing at me
I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowl­ing ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my cour­age would choose to sell out now

I've been look­ing for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been rais­ing up my hands, drive anoth­er nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim

Why do we, cru­ci­fy ourselves, every day?
I cru­ci­fy myself and noth­ing I do is good enough for you
I cru­ci­fy myself, oh every day
I cru­ci­fy myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Got a kick for a dog, beg­ging for love
I gotta have myself a ring so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter, he says "will you ever learn"
You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird

I've been look­ing for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been rais­ing up my hands, drive anoth­er nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion

Why do we, cru­ci­fy ourselves, every day?
I cru­ci­fy myself and noth­ing I do is good enough for you
I cru­ci­fy myself, oh every day
I cru­ci­fy myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Please be
Save me
I cry
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been rais­ing up my hands, drive anoth­er nail in
Where are those angels, when you need them?

Why do we, cru­ci­fy ourselves, every day?
I cru­ci­fy myself and noth­ing I do is good enough for you
I cru­ci­fy myself, oh every day
I cru­ci­fy myself
And my heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, why do we
Chains
Crucify ourselves
Every day
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, chains
Oh, yeah
Yeah, chains
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Never going back again, oh
Crucify myself again, you know
Never going back again to cru­ci­fy myself, every day