The streets are paved with mud and d**h
The who*es have wheezed their dying breath
With gin and piss and blood and gold
The grim foundations have their hold
The babes are blue, their rags are black
She'll who*e with child strapped to her back
You lift her skirt and find the key
To lust and sin and misery
This is the life of a two-penny who*e
Don't give your heart to a two-penny who*e
The gold of youth's turned foetid brown
The walls have all come tumbling down
She drinks from pain, she drinks for glee
She drinks with the hope it'll set her free
With lips a-snarl and eyes rolled back
The dart will find the Devil's crack
A who*e can weave her spell of lust
Then cast you face-down in the dust
This is the life of a two-penny who*e
Don't give your heart to a two-penny who*e
She'll slit your purse and make you poor
Then slit your throat at Satan's door
This is the life of a two-penny who*e
Don't give your heart to a two-penny who*e
She'll slit your purse and make you poor
Then slit your throat at Satan's door
This is the life of a two-penny who*e
Don't give your heart to a two-penny who*e
With pox and stench and weeping sore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny who*e