Moon over Soho
As the moon shines over Soho,
the thieves all settle down,
and a corpse is floating downstream,
well I wonder, how it drowned.
And the moon shines on a body
and that body oozes blood;
is it Macky, with his switchblade,
or is it an act of God?
Well, the moon shines over Shoreditch
and the bells of bow did shine,
and an old dog sucks the marrow from a bone,
the human kind.
Well, the moon shines on a corpse,
and a body is unearthed;
was it Macky, with his switchblade,
or was plague or cholera the curse?
Well, the moon shines in the gutter,
and a rich man's stomach floats,
and the rich man's purse is empty,
was it Macky that made him croak?
As the moon shines over Soho,
and the thieves all settle down,
and a corpse is floating downstream,
well I wonder, how it drowned.
Well it's... Macky
back in town.
Why (Mackie's childhood song)
Wwwwwwwwwwhy was my father so nasty?
Why did he beat me up?
Why did he abuse me daily,
threaten my throat to cut?
Why did he... beat up my mother,
beat up my mother, as well?
Why did he make both of our lives
into a living Hell?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did he punch me in the face,
and punch my mother as well?
Why did he leer and smile at us,
as the bruises on our faces did swell?
Why did I stab him in the back,
laugh as he shouted out?
Why did he bleed on the carpet?
Why does his blood all spurt out?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why as we followed, followed his hearse,
why did his memory we curse?
Why did we spit on his coffin,
as they lowered it into the earth?
Why did they arrest me,
lock me away in a cell?
Why did my mother die of a broken heart,
after feeling unwell?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did they lock me up,
when I was his victim and slave?
Well, when I get out of this prison cell,
I'm going to go and piss on his grave!
Piss on your grave
I murdered Mary,
with my stiletto heel,
I thrust it through her heart,
and laughed as she did squeal.
I murdered Joseph
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried Joseph,
I pissed upon his grave.
Pissed... pissed... pissed... pissed...
I murdered the disciples
in a frenzied knife attack,
I sneaked up behind them
and I stabbed them in the back.
I murdered John the Baptist
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried John the Baptist,
I pissed upon his grave.
Pissed... pissed... pissed... pissed...
And then I went up to Heaven,
St Peter let me in,
I stabbed St Peter
as he forgave me for my sins.
I murdered the Good Shepherd
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried the Good Shepherd,
I pissed upon his grave.
Pissed... pissed... pissed... pissed...
And then I went to God,
I went to Number One,
I murdered God,
and God, it was fun.
I murdered God
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried God,
I pissed upon his grave.
Pissed... pissed... pissed... pissed...
And then I went down to Hell,
where Satan was my friend...
But then Satan too
came to a sticky end.
I murdered Satan
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried Satan,
I pissed upon his grave.
I pissed I pissed I pissed ...
My Daughter
A cripple, a leper, a blind man,
homeless, brain-damaged, antique,
the king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
and these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
her we adore,
she's earning good money,
she's a hard-working whore.
No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak,
we beg that your heart it grows weak."
The king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
and these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
her we adore,
she's earning good money,
she's a hard-working whore;
well, we live and we work in the street..."
Mary
Mary's in the back room,
she's more than I can afford,
Mary's going down,
going down on the Lord.
Mary's had the bishop,
Mary's had the Pope,
and each one of them
filled Mary with religious hope.
Yes, Mary's going down on the Lord
(On the Lord)
Yeah, Mary's going down on the Lord
(On the Lord).
Well, Mary's had an angel,
and Mary's had a saint,
and Mary had the Devil,
and he made her feel faint.
As each one of those
Mary she does grope,
Mary's always filled
with religious hope.
Mary's going down on the Lord
(On the Lord) ...
Mary's...
attends to all their holy needs,
and they all fill Mary
with their holy seed.
They're so generous
with their collection tins,
that Mary she feels purged
of all her mortal sins.
Mary's going down on the Lord
(On the Lord) ...
Well, Mary's most regular,
he's a holy monk,
Mary swears that monk
has got a reservoir of spunk.
She dresses for him
as a holy nun,
but always fakes it
when his kingdom comes.
Mary's going down on the Lord ...
Wedding Song
There's a beggar queen
and a bandit,
this is their wedding song.
Well, they're dancing,
for the Devil,
for the Devil, he is strong.
Polly Peacham, what a beauty,
she has had five thousand men.
And Macky, her new husband,
he has murdered some of them.
Macky's strutting, a fine husband,
he's a good pimp for his whore.
He likes to have her daily,
after she has had a score.
Polly Peacham, what a beauty,
she knows her right from her wrong.
There's a beggar queen
and a bandit,
and this is their wedding song.
Police
When we were young we killed the foreign fellows,
they spoke in strange tongues and were brown or yellow.
We'd make mincemeat of 'em and when each one was a corpse,
then for their killings we'd be heroes, of course.
Well now you're Chief of Police and I am King of Thieves,
and each one in our own career something achieved,
though both from the gutter were conceived,
well now, with respect we are received.
We are the police
(we are the police)
we are the thieves
(we are the thieves)
and each the other does need.
We are the police
(we are the police)
we are the thieves
(we are the thieves)
and each the other does need.
When we were young we went and joined the army,
those were the days, they were all so balmy.
Those young girls we would rape to shut them up
their mouths we'd sellotape,
to keep 'em quiet while them we did rape.
Ha ha ha ha!
So now our lives could become a success,
power and influence and money in excess.
You're the Chief of Police and I'm the King of Thieves,
and each in our own career something achieved.
We are the police
(we are the police)
we are the thieves
(we are the thieves)
and each the other does need ...
Bastard
A nice man came on Monday,
he was so good and kind,
she almost felt a twinge of guilt
when she had robbed him blind.
A nice man came on Tuesday,
rich, gentle and good,
she put him so much into debt,
he lost his livelihood.
But, when a bastard came along,
a bastard through and through,
then she loved that bastard,
she loved that bastard true.
A nice man came on Wednesday,
Macky slit his throat,
and after he had slit it,
he sold his hat and coat.
A nice man came on Thursday,
she said him she did love,
until the money, it ran out,
then she him gave the shove.
But, when a bastard came along,
a bastard through and through,
well, then she loved that bastard,
she loved that bastard true.
Money
Don't marry them for love, my dear,
they're all just rotten swine,
and if they know you love 'em,
then they will rob you blind.
But if their bank account is fat,
and they're all fairly kind,
then that's a man, Polly dear,
to marry every time.
The marrying kind, the marrying kind.
Don't marry them for lust, my dear,
their lust will soon dim,
and then there's no money, dear,
there's nothing left to win.
But if their bank account is fat,
and they're all fairly kind,
then that's a man, Polly dear,
to marry every time.
The marrying kind, the marrying kind.
Just marry for them for money, dear,
it makes the world go round,
and if their conversation's dull,
don't let it get you down.
If their bank account is fat,
let your... fingers wrap around.
Money, money, money, money,
it makes the world go round;
money, money, money, money,
money, money, money, money,
makes the world go round;
money, money, money, money,
money, money, money, money,
makes the world go round;
money, money, money, money,
money, money, money, money,
makes the world go round;
yes, money, money, money, money,
money, money, money, money,
makes the world go round.
The marrying kind, the marrying kind ...
Depends on Baby
He depends upon you, baby,
you are the one he loves,
your well-manicured hand
will to him ruin shove.
He depends upon you, baby,
he depends upon you, baby.
He depends upon you, baby,
you are the one he needs,
though you don't give a shit for him,
you'll bring him to his knees.
He depends upon you, baby ...
He depends upon you, baby,
though your motive is greed,
you'll take his last penny,
you'll watch his fortune bleed.
He depends upon you, baby ...
He depends upon you, baby,
your pimp'll slit his throat,
and leave him in the gutter,
his last moments to grope.
He depends upon you, baby ...
He depends upon you, baby,
though you're his heart's desire,
he'd rather you abuse him
than let his love expire.
He depends upon you, baby ...
Though in many ways a man
to goodness does aspire,
that all comes to nothing
when his passion catches fire.
He depends upon you, baby,
he depends upon you, baby.
He depends upon you, baby,
he depends upon you, baby.
He depends upon you, baby,
he depends upon you, baby.
Fisheads
Fisheads in the gutters,
the whores are old and tired.
Sailors are tellin' tales,
sailors are all liars.
The fisheads are their only meal,
they lie in their stomachs and congeal.
Fisheads (fisheads),
Fisheads (fisheads),
Fisheads (fisheads),
Fisheads (fisheads),
Fisheads, those fisheads.
Thieves go out thieving,
the old men expire.
The seagulls scream obscenities
from the churches' spires.
And the fisheads are their only meal,
they lie in their stomachs and congeal.
Fisheads (fisheads) ...
The street singers sing,
their throats on fire,
and the crucifixes fall
from the church's spire.
And the fisheads are their only meals,
they lie in their stomachs and congeal.
Fisheads (fisheads) ...
And the police round up the thieves,
kick them about.
The thieves all scream
and the thieves all shout.
And the fisheads, they vomit them out,
those fisheads scream and shout.
Yeah, fisheads (fisheads) ...
Darling
Well, the moon shined on that little place,
where my darling and I lived.
If someone fancied darling,
then I would hurt to him give.
And when he'd had his pleasure,
I'd climb back in the sheets,
and laugh, and take the piss,
even if he'd been quite sweet.
Sometimes she'd had twenty a day,
her money she'd give out.
Occasionally a slap or punch
I would have to mete out.
If she ever argued,
or she started to doubt,
then darling, darling, darling,
darling, darling - I'd clout.
Well, the moon shined on that little place,
where my darling and I lived.
Hang Tomorrow
So here I am in jail again,
O God, it stinks of piss.
I've been in here since I was young,
so I can reminisce...
It's looking rather grim this time,
it's looking rather bad;
but if I swing tomorrow
in some ways I'll be glad.
There's Johnny, Jim, Bill, and Fred,
I've seen them all before.
We spend our lives inside this place,
twenty years or more.
Well, we're all rather stupid,
we're all rather dumb;
We've all come from the gutter
and we've stayed as lowlife scum.
We could've made a break for it,
said no to being bad;
so if I'm hung tomorrow,
in some ways I’ll be glad.
Your Suicides
Your suicides,
you do them with pride,
you do them every year:
you hang yourself
from the branch of a tree,
the branch it breaks, I fear.
Your suicides,
you do them with pride,
that hotel in King's Cross:
you overdosed
on heroin,
till the use of a limb you lost.
Your suicides,
you do them with pride,
that time you slashed your wrists:
your blood it clotted
quickly,
your blood was just too thick.
Your suicides,
you do them with pride,
in your car with exhaust fumes:
some nosy parker
came along,
your suicide was doomed.
Your suicides,
you do them with pride,
but are you really sincere?
You say some day you will succeed
but you're ninety-three next year.
Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
you're ninety-three next year (silly old sod, silly old sod).
Yes, you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod),
you're ninety-three (silly old sod, silly old sod) ...
Bitch
That fucking bitch, she thought
she could get the better of me.
Well if I can't have my Macky,
then why the fuck should she?
I'd rather fuck up others' lives
than let them fuck up mine,
I'd rather see them suffering
than having a good time.
That fucking bitch, she thought
she could steal that man of mine.
Well tomorrow Macky hangs,
he hangs from the line.
Well Macky, I did love you,
I loved you more than she.
That bitch she won't have you
if you won't be with me.
I'd rather watch you drown
than with her watch you swim.
I just can't stand losing you
and let that bitch win !
Wise
You wonder, how we're able,
with bread upon our table,
to be wise.
Well, crime is for the starving,
so let us all get carving,
we're wise.
Lock the thieves and beggars up,
for them, well, we don't give a fuck -
we're wise.
Well, crime is for the poor,
and if you aren't poor any more
you're wise.
We're middle class and wealthy,
our bank accounts are healthy,
we are wise.
All the milk of human kindness,
well, we've put all that behind us,
we are wise.
Well, those beggars, whores, and thieves,
none of them fool me
we're wise.
Well, we all make a living,
the strong, we don't like giving,
we're wise.
We're... wise.
Twenty five minutes
They're building the gallows outside my cell,
I got twenty-five minutes to go.
The whole town's waiting to hear me yell,
I got twenty-four minutes to go.
Well, I tried the governor and the whole damn bunch,
I got twenty-three minutes to go.
And I tried the mayor, but the mayor's out to lunch,
I got twenty-two minutes to go.
They've given me beans for my last meal,
I got twenty-one minutes to go.
Nobody's asked me how I feel,
I got twenty minutes to go.
Well, the sheriff said he's gonna watch me die,
I got nineteen minutes to go.
Well, I spit in his face, and I spit in his eye,
I got eighteen minutes... to go.
Well, the preacher's come to save my soul,
I got thirteen minutes to go.
Well, he's talking about burnin' but I feel cold,
I got twelve minutes to go.
Well, they're testing the trap, it chills my spine,
I got eleven minutes to go.
Well, the trap and the rope are both working fine,
I got ten minutes to go.
I'm waiting for the pardon that will set me free,
I got nine minutes to go.
But nobody's remembered me,
I got eight more minutes to go.
Well, I've seen the mountains and the sky,
I got five minutes to go.
And they're so pretty, I don't wanna die,
I got four more minutes to go.
Well, my feet are in the trap, my neck is in the noose,
I got three minutes to go.
Oh, will somebody please cut me loose,
I got two more minutes to go.
Well, I heard the buzzards, I've seen the crows,
I got one minute to go.
And now I'm swinging, and here I go,
I go, I go, I gchchchch...
Finale
I forgive all of you bastards,
who've put me here
today.
May each one
of you die,
in a nasty,
painful way.
The whores,
who have betrayed me,
a curse,
to all your flesh.
May the pox eat
each one of you,
lead you to a
painful death.
The police who have
betrayed me,
my friendships
they have betrayed.
On duty
in dark alleys,
may all of you
be slayed.
May your family
be fried,
in an arsonist's
revenge.
May each one of you
be consumed
in a painful end.
May the beggars
and the thieves
who stand watching me today,
may each one of you die
in a nasty,
painful way.
We're all rats
in the sewer,
and we all
end the same.
In this nasty,
in this nasty,
in this nasty,
little ga-a-a-a-a-a-a-me.
Divine
As we go along life's way
there'll be blue skies, there'll be grey,
but your good times will be mine,
everything's divine.
Laugh away, when we play,
cry with me on the sad days,
you and me we are entwined,
everything's divine,
everything's divine.
As we go along life's way
there'll be blue skies, there'll be grey,
but your good times will be mine,
everything's divine,
everything's divine,
everything's divine.
