With war painted eyes
weapons between thighs
in Boston's combat zone
tempting men all alone
smell the pungent bait
pay the fee for no wait
you always want it pure
no promise nothing sure
no heartache to endure
kiss a wife at the door.

We grow old in love
fall apart with age
I'm a broken dove
turn the final page.

Everything is being shut down
and we're all being put down
and down here in London town
we can see it's coming true

they're taking away our rights
which is wrong and not right
sending us back to poverty street
and that lot are gobbling up Quality Street.

We're drinking porter because the water is ****
do they care?
no!
not one teensy bit.