Violet's Tale

London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail To set the scene, we must rewind The hands of time for Violet's tale Violet was a silent girl Grew up with violent starts Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard Every night he'd tuck her tight, but never left the room I'll spare you of the things he did I'm sure her mother knew Violet was a silent girl She moved out at 16 A semi-detached council flat paid for by a welfare scheme Packing shelves at Tesco's, stacking jars like pickled bricks She met a boy named Stevie, and he was a little prick Violet was a silent girl, and Violet, she fell fast See, Stevie was a wrong 'un, but he sure knew how to charm her Every night he'd tuck her tight, but never left the room History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and ah She never stood a chance The devil comes to dance "Violet, why you always so quiet?" On her bedroom door, and he's irate He's been drinking and smoking, he's up late And he stands by her bedside, she shakes But her eyes stay shut "You fucking slut, I know you're up!" And he pinches her eyelids and folds them up "Violet, why you lying to me, Violet?" She stays silent, things turn violent That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot Hit like hailstones, one to the collarbone, full-force, full-blown Blood splat, bone crack, knick-knack-paddy-whack One to the jaw and a tooth spat detached Fist connects and disconnects the bone A quick deflect to misdirect the blow But nonetheless his punches met her throat Such a mess, he's left her bruised and broke "Violet!? Why you always so quiet, Violet!? Why you such a little liar, Violet? Do you think I wanna do this, Violet?" In character, she stays silent "Well, say something, Violet" Silence "Fucking say something, Violet" Silence "Wait, say something, Violet" Not one word, she stays quiet London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady rushed to Paddington is fighting just to stay alive The doctor in a state of shock, saw something here so very wrong See Violet, she was pregnant Poor Violet, she was nine months gone Turning to the doctor, Violet broke her silence, and she cried "If I'm to die right here tonight, please let my baby stay alive" The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in As Violet's world turned to black, the curtains closed The lights went dim in London City, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5 A lady down in Paddington just lost the fight to stay alive A tragedy, or a miracle It happened on these very streets Two twins are lying side by side A girl named Jenny And a boy named Screech