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
You lift her skirt 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 foetis brown
The walls have [bad word] tumbling down
She drinks form 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 wear he rspell 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] 
With pox and stench and weeping sore
Don't give your heart to a two-penny [bad word]