"Madame Geneva's" lyrics
(originally by Mark Knopfler)
I'm a maker of ballads right pretty
I write 'em right here in the street
You can buy them all over the city
Yours for 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 scene on a counter
Confessions and sins in the main, boys
Confessions and sins in the main
And you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keepin' the demons at bay
There's nothing like gin for drownin' them in
But they'll always be back on a hangin' day
On a hangin' day
They come rattlin' over the cobbles
They sit on their coffins of black
Some are struck dumb and some gabble
Top-heavy on brandy or sack
The pews are all filled with fine fellows
And the hawker has set up her shop
As they're turnin' 'em off at the gallows
She'll be sellin' right under the drop, boys
Sellin' right under the drop
And you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keepin' the demons at bay
There's nothin' like gin for drownin' them in
But they'll always be back on a hangin' day
On a hangin' day
I write 'em right here in the street
You can buy them all over the city
Yours for 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 scene on a counter
Confessions and sins in the main, boys
Confessions and sins in the main
And you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keepin' the demons at bay
There's nothing like gin for drownin' them in
But they'll always be back on a hangin' day
On a hangin' day
They come rattlin' over the cobbles
They sit on their coffins of black
Some are struck dumb and some gabble
Top-heavy on brandy or sack
The pews are all filled with fine fellows
And the hawker has set up her shop
As they're turnin' 'em off at the gallows
She'll be sellin' right under the drop, boys
Sellin' right under the drop
And you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
Keepin' the demons at bay
There's nothin' like gin for drownin' them in
But they'll always be back on a hangin' day
On a hangin' day
