Tempo: Mid-tempo, swinging but heavy. Features a distorted Vox Continental organ, a pulsating bassline, and a sitar drone in the background.) (Verse 1) The fog is thick on the Southwark side Where the Torture Gang likes to take a ride The SCRAP MAN sits on a velvet throne Counting up teeth that he’s made his own In a basement down in Camberwell They’re ringing out a heavy bell The Black Bull’s quiet, the air is cold For a story that’s never quite been told. (Chorus) Oh, the Krays are coming from the Golden Mile With a tailor-made suit and a jagged smile But Charlie’s got the voltage, and Eddie’s got the knee Down by the river, where the ghosts go free London’s burning in a purple haze Between the Richardsons And the Krays . (Verse 2) Reggie’s in the West with a diamond ring Ronnie’s in the parlor, playing King But across the bridge, the shadows grow Where the fruit machine money starts to flow Mad Frankie’s laughing in the shifting light A pliers-grip in the dead of night Don’t cross the water, don’t step out of line Or you’ll end up buried in the sands of time. (Bridge) (Sitar solo builds into a frantic, dissonant crescendo) Cigarette smoke turns to dragon’s breath A penny for a life, a pound for death The Blind Beggar’s red, the El Morocco’s blue Which side of the Thames is coming for you? (Guitar Solo) (Fuzzy, feedback-heavy solo mimicking a police siren) (Verse 3) The carousel spins at the Peckham Fair But there’s static and malice in the summer air One brother’s mental, the other’s a ghost A toast to the ones who suffered the most The empire’s crumbling, the trip is done No place to hide from the rising sun The Old Bailey’s waiting, the locks are tight Goodbye to the kings of the London night. (Outro) (Fading out with a repetitive, hypnotic chant) Mind the gap... watch the river... Charlie’s coming... Ronnie’s waiting... In the smoke... in the haze... (Sound of a heavy iron door slamming, followed by a single lingering organ note)
