From Mitre Square to Baker's Row
Through rain and fog and dusk
He goes there, unafraid
He roams and watches people flow back
In the street lamps' feeble glow
From factory days
Light oh light!
A drunkard in a corner roars
Untidy women quarrel and boast about their ways
Starving children in the cold
In dirt and poverty they will grow
Such is their fate
My, oh my!
This world's coming down
Too late to try and turn things around
Steam and coal made this city
Yet man sought, man sought to be living
My, oh my!
He tracks her down to Miller's Court
She knows she's been through this before
She's not afraid
He knew about her all along
He talks his way into her home
The deal is made
He smiles a strange smile
They say a ripper's in town
The word's spread through London for quite awhile
Steel and blood made this city
And knives tore, knives shocked the living
She smiles a strange smile
These social walls they should be falling, falling down
I say, for sure, they should be falling, falling down
These social walls should they should be taken, taken down
