Songtexte Death & The City - Mediavolo

From Mitre Square to Baker's Row
Through rain and fog and dusk
He goes there, unafraid

He roams and watches people flow back
In the street lamps' feeble glow
From factory days

Light oh light!

A drunkard in a corner roars
Untidy women quarrel and boast about their ways

Starving children in the cold
In dirt and poverty they will grow
Such is their fate

My, oh my!

This world's coming down
Too late to try and turn things around
Steam and coal made this city
Yet man sought, man sought to be living

My, oh my!

He tracks her down to Miller's Court
She knows she's been through this before
She's not afraid

He knew about her all along
He talks his way into her home
The deal is made

He smiles a strange smile

They say a ripper's in town
The word's spread through London for quite awhile
Steel and blood made this city
And knives tore, knives shocked the living

She smiles a strange smile

These social walls they should be falling, falling down
I say, for sure, they should be falling, falling down
These social walls should they should be taken, taken down