"London City" lyrics

London city, far from pretty
Such a pity, such a shame
An officer at six foot three
Left shaken by the boy he claimed

Flashing lights and prying eyes
Of London frame our boys demise
Lady Karma spun her web quite quickly
As poor Jenny died

And on this night, unholy night
A bitter twist awoke from sleep
The threads of fate had weaved their way
Between poor Jenny and young Screech
London city, far from pretty
Devils live in the details
To set the scene, we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale