"Violet's Tale" lyrics
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London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and bloodstained sheets, our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl, grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did, I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl, she moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council flat paid for by a welfare scheme
Packing shelves at Tesco, stacking jars like pickled bricks
She met a boy named Stevie and he was a little prick
Violet was a silent girl and Violet, she fell fast
See Stevie was a wrong'un but he sure knew how to charm her
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and— Ah
She never stood a chance, the devil comes to dance
"Violet, why you always so quiet?" [*knock, knock, knock*]
On her bedroom door and he's irate
He's been drinking and smoking, he's up late
And he stands by her bedside, she shakes
But her eyes stay shut
"You fucking slut, I know you're up!"
And he pinches her eyelids and folds them up
"Violet? why you lying to me, Violet?"
She stays silent, things turn violent
That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot
Hit like hailstones, one to the collarbone, full force, full-blown
Blood splat, bone crack, knick-knack paddy whack, one to the jaw and a tooth spat detached
Fist connects and disconnects a bone
A quick deflect to misdirect the blow
But none the less, his punches met her throat
Such a mess, he's left her bruised and broke
"Violet? why you always so silent, Violet?
Why you such a little liar, Violet?
Do you think I want to do this, Violet?"
In character, she stays silent
"Well, say something Violet!", silence
"Fucking say something Violet!", silence
"Wait, say something Violet"
Not one word, she stays quiet
London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
The doctor in a state of shock saw something here so very wrong
See Violet, she was pregnant, poor Violet, she was nine months gone
Turning to the doctor, Violet broke her silence and she cried
"If I'm to die right here tonight, please let my baby stay alive"
The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in
As Violet's world turned to black, the curtains closed, the lights went dim
In London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington just lost the fight to stay alive
A tragedy or a miracle, it happened on these very streets
Two twins are lying side by side
A girl named Jenny and a boy named Screech
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and bloodstained sheets, our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl, grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did, I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl, she moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council flat paid for by a welfare scheme
Packing shelves at Tesco, stacking jars like pickled bricks
She met a boy named Stevie and he was a little prick
Violet was a silent girl and Violet, she fell fast
See Stevie was a wrong'un but he sure knew how to charm her
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and— Ah
She never stood a chance, the devil comes to dance
"Violet, why you always so quiet?" [*knock, knock, knock*]
On her bedroom door and he's irate
He's been drinking and smoking, he's up late
And he stands by her bedside, she shakes
But her eyes stay shut
"You fucking slut, I know you're up!"
And he pinches her eyelids and folds them up
"Violet? why you lying to me, Violet?"
She stays silent, things turn violent
That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot
Hit like hailstones, one to the collarbone, full force, full-blown
Blood splat, bone crack, knick-knack paddy whack, one to the jaw and a tooth spat detached
Fist connects and disconnects a bone
A quick deflect to misdirect the blow
But none the less, his punches met her throat
Such a mess, he's left her bruised and broke
"Violet? why you always so silent, Violet?
Why you such a little liar, Violet?
Do you think I want to do this, Violet?"
In character, she stays silent
"Well, say something Violet!", silence
"Fucking say something Violet!", silence
"Wait, say something Violet"
Not one word, she stays quiet
London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
The doctor in a state of shock saw something here so very wrong
See Violet, she was pregnant, poor Violet, she was nine months gone
Turning to the doctor, Violet broke her silence and she cried
"If I'm to die right here tonight, please let my baby stay alive"
The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in
As Violet's world turned to black, the curtains closed, the lights went dim
In London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington just lost the fight to stay alive
A tragedy or a miracle, it happened on these very streets
Two twins are lying side by side
A girl named Jenny and a boy named Screech
Writer(s): Ren Gill
