Two-Penny Whore

The streets are paved with mud and death

The whores 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 whore with child strapped to her back

You lift her skirts and find the key

To lust and sin and misery

This is the life of a two-penny whore

Don’t give your heart to a two-penny whore

The gold of youth’s turned foetid brown

The walls have all come tumbling down

She drinks for 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 whore can weave her spell of lust

Then cast you face-down in the dust

This is the life of a two-penny whore

Don’t give your heart to a two-penny whore

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 whore

Don’t give your heart to a two-penny whore

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 whore

Don’t give your heart to a two-penny whore

With pox and stench and weeping sore

Don’t give your heart to a two-penny whore