Molly She has a switch and a blade She got it made in the shadow of doorways She gets under your skin She’s a daughter A daughter of sin
This terrible frame oh the sound of dirty old silver With a gun in her gowns, she stares you down Cold, this terrible turn, turn, turn
Olivier He got one thing on his mind these days A dream of monies what come and stay Family, oh how he misses them He’s a seventh son A victim of circumstance He won’t last in this terrible place Whoa, no!
This terrible frame oh the sound of dirty old silver With a gun in her gowns, she stares you down Cold, this terrible place Ha-ha-ha
Now old Master James He got one foot in the grave these days A slave to danger love and laudanum Mistress Molly, oh how she kisses him She plays mother She milks him to the last No discipline too strict in this terrible thorn
This terrible frame oh the pound of dirty old strange With a gun in her gowns she stares you down Cold, this terrible turn, this terrible frame, this terrible place, this terrible thorn, this terrible lie, these terrible streets, this terrible night, this terrible life, this TERRIBLE…!