"London You're A Lady" lyrics

"London You're A Lady"

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


Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan
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