Molly
She has a switch and a blade
She got it made in the shadow of doorways
She gets under your skin
She's a daughter
A daughter of sin
This terrible frame oh the sound of dirty old silver
With a gun in her gowns, she stares you down
Cold, this terrible turn, turn, turn
Olivier
He got one thing on his mind these days
A dream of monies what come and stay
Family, oh how he misses them
He's a seventh son
A victim of circumstance
He won't last in this terrible place
Whoa, no!
This terrible frame oh the sound of dirty old silver
With a gun in her gowns, she stares you down
Cold, this terrible place
Ha-ha-ha
Now old Master James
He got one foot in the grave these days
A slave to danger love and laudanum
Mistress Molly, oh how she kisses him
She plays mother
She milks him to the last
No discipline too strict in this terrible thorn
This terrible frame oh the pound of dirty old strange
With a gun in her gowns she stares you down
Cold, this terrible turn, this terrible frame,
this terrible place, this terrible thorn, this terrible lie,
these terrible streets, this terrible night, this terrible life,
this TERRIBLE…!