Welcome to London (1854)

At a dark time.
Walkin' down the darker street.
Skins are white,
And even whiter sheets.

Boys in high hats
and girls in pretty dresses.
Jewels and diamonds
that you’d may think excesses.

Ladies are stupid.
Madness is contagious.
Whatever you want,
Your loving is outrageous.

A pretty fiancé
is worth more than you will.
And freedom is
a wish we cannot fulfil.

Throw you in the owen
Can you take the heat?
When winter comes
Surviving is a feat.

Poor little children.
Waiting behind the drapery.
Soon it's their turn.
Yes, it sure is a tragedy.

Six years has gone
In memory of miss Ophelia Gray.
She’ll haunt you on
Her dying day, Hurray, hurray!

Welcome to London,
the hell's here on tour.
Welcome to home.
It's eighteenfiftyfour.