London You’re a Lady Songtext
von The Pogues

Ah, London, you′re a lady
Laid out before my eyes
Your golden heart as pulsing
Between your scarred up thighs

Your eyes are full of sadness
Red buses skirt your hem
Your head-dress is a ring of lights
But I would not follow them

Your architects were madmen
And your builders sane but drunk
But a mystery of fading jewels
Shine acid house and punk


You are a scarlet lady
Your streets run red with blood
Oh, my darling they have used you
And covered you with mud

It was deep down in your womb my love
I drank my quart of sin
While Chinamen played cards and draughts
And knocked back Mickey Finns

Your piss is like a river
Its scent is beer and gin
Your hell is in the summer
And you blossom in the spring

September is your purgatory
Christmas is your heaven
And when the stinking streets of summer
Are washed away by rain


At the dark end of a lonely street
That's where you lose your pain
′Tis then your eyes light up my love
And sparkle once again