Glorious days of a vicious empire
i 've seen men brooking beastly trades
fear into the eyes of a skinny vampire
i have seen children digging graves.
Victoria has got a small , cursed garden
where grows the misery and grievance blooms
it is a place like no one other
cheap brothels ,jostlers ,drugs 'n wounds.
Shadows suspicious patrol covered
under the darkness of the night
people like you and me lie battered
helots who never dared to fight.
"Yesterday" said John Butcher laughing
"three pakis raped sweet young Marie
on the subway's platform squabbling
which one of them the first should be"
Corrupt blue dealers share the fixes ,
officers - pimps and frightened teens
crummy bedsitters , racial mixes
now you all know what "ghetto" means.
Where blows the rotten wind of squalor
and no god ever tried to heal
the poor victorian lieges harbour
despair and hate what else to feel.
Life in the province of a vicious empire
burdened by sins so many years
Johny my old friend is now a vampire
and his red eyes are full of tears.
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Far away the counts dressed in purple satin
they are making plans , they are drawing wars
and it seems to them our cursed small garden
so distant from their castle's walls.
Parties , celebrations ,caviar french wine
spoiled children spit their roasted food
everything so gay, damn!! it's really so fine
nothing to remind my neighborhood.
Victoria's notorious square, the garden
where grows the misery and grievance blooms
it is a place like no one other
cheap brothels ,jostlers ,drugs 'n wounds.
