Two-Penny w**** Lyrics

The streets are paved with mud and death
The w****s have wheezed their dying breath
With gin and p*** and blood and gold
The grim foundations have their hold
The babes are blue, their rags are black
You lift her skirt and find the key
To l*** and sin and misery
This is the life of a two-penny w****
Don't give your heart to a two-penny w****

The gold of youth's turned foetis brown
The walls have all come tumbling down
She drinks form pain, she drinks for glee
She drinks with the hope it'll set her free
With lips a-snarl and eyes rolled back
The dart will find the Devil's crack
A w**** can wear he rspell of l***
Then cast you face-down in the dust
This is the life of a two-penny w****
Don't give your heart to a two-penny w****
She'll slit your purse and make you poor
Then slit your throat at Satan's door
This is the life of a two-penny w****
Don't give your heart to a two-penny w****
With pox and stench and weeping sore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny w****