ah london you re a lady laid out before my eyes your golden heart is pulsing between your scarred up thighs your eyes are full of sadness red busses skirt your hem your headdress is a ring of lights but i would not follow them your architects were madmen and your builders sane but drunk but amidst your fading jewels shine acid house and punk you are a scarlet lady your streets run red with blood my darling they have used you and covered you with mud it was deep down in your womb my love i drank my quart of sin while chinamen played cards and draughts and knocked back mickey finns your blood is like a river and its scent is beer and gin your hell is in the summer and you blossom in the spring september is your purgatory christmas is your heaven when the stinking streets of summer are washed away by rain at the dark end of a lonely street that s where you lose your pain tis then your eyes dry up my love and sparkle once again