Youâre bleeding through your head and hands, your pale white skin means itâs a plan
To work the freakshow booths amongst the damned
Bleeding lady of the freakshow, they gasp at how your blood does flow
The end is soon your deathly pallor shows
Youâre crying blood your tear-stained face, they stare at you, youâre left no grace
No dignity, respect to save face
A living corpse in the booth sits, you even shut up drunken gits
The blood from you does drip
A haemophiliac each night, a freakshow star, give them a fright
Youâre called the vampire of the night
You sit inside your crimson cloak, inside your heart, your heart is broke
The tears of utter anguish choke
By a plastic candlestick they marvel how you look so sick
Youâd like a dagger in their backs to stick
One day soon it will all cease, your illness it will increase
Then your suffering it will cease
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- Cold Night In Soho
- Either Or
- Miscellaneous
- Plague Songs
- Live in Soho
- The Story of Franz Biberkopf
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner
- Here I Am Human!
- Here I am Human
- Farmyard Filth
- Low Life Lullabies
- Spit Bucket
- Ad Nauseam
- Circus Songs
- Bad Blood and Blasphemy
- Births, Marriages & Deaths
- Shockheaded Peter: A Junk Opera
- Two Penny Opera
- The Sea
- Torture Garden