Madame Geneva's

歌詞

I'm a maker of ballads right preetty I write them right here in the street you can but them all over the city yours ofr a penny a sheet I'm a word pecker out of the printers out of the dens of gin lane I'll write up a scence on a counter confessions and sins in the main boys confessions and sins in the main then you'll find me in madame geneva's keeping the demons at bay there's nothing like gin for drowning them in but they'll always be back on a hanging day on a hanging day they com ratting over the cobbles they sit on their coffins of black some are struck dumb some gabble top-heavy on brandy or sack the pews are all full of fine fellows and the hawker has seet up her shop as they're turning them off at the gallows she'll be selling right under the drop boys selling right under the drop then you'll find me in madame geneva's keeping the demons at bay there's nothing like gin for drowning them in but they'll always be back on a hanging day