London City, far from pretty
Two, zero, zero, five
A lady down in Paddington
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she’s tired and pale
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 sixteen
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 ahh…
She never stood a chance
The devil comes to dance
“Violet, why you always so quiet?”
[*knock knock knock*]
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
[*dum dum dum*]
That’s the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot
Hit like hailstones, one to the collar bone, 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 none the less 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 want to 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
Two, zero, zero, five
A lady down in 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
London City, far from pretty
Two, zero, zero, five
A lady down in Paddington
Just lost the fight to stay alive
A tragedy, or miracle
It happened on these very streets
Two twins are lying side by side
A girl named Jenny
And a boy named Screech