London

I walked through each street
Near the river
And remember every face I saw
Everybody is weak and sad

Each man is crying
Each baby is cryin
Everybody is cursing
In his head he hears handcuffs

The chimney sweepers are crying
All the churches are upset
The unlucky soldiers sigh
People are dying because of the people in the palace

At night I mostly hear
The young prostitutes cursing
The babies are crying
People are dying because of a disease