Two-Penny Whore

The streets are paved with mud and death,
The whores have wheezed their dying breath.
With gin and [bad word] and blood and gold,
The grim foundations have their hold.

The babes are blue, their rags are black,
She’ll [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
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.

[bad word] can weave her spell of lust,
Then cast you face-down in the dust.

This is the life of a two-penny [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word] With pox and stench and weeping sore.
Don’t give your heart to a two-penny [bad word]