Fog on the canal stones Boots in the butcher rain I saw a grin in the soot And it knew my name Gaslamp on a broken face Top hat full of worms You said come nearer, darling Now the alley turns Oh - hear that laugh Oh - under the arch Oh - count your teeth Oh - count them fast Under a London moon We all come loose Under a London moon You’re next, that’s the truth Under a London moon We howl at noon Under a London moon Oh - under a London moon Your auntie sells black candles At the market by the bay She blesses dead sparrows Then pockets all the change The bishop’s gold cane Knocks three times on my door He says the grave’s full, sweetheart But I’ve seen room for more Oh - listen close Oh - don’t look down Oh - every saint Oh - lost this town Under a London moon We all come loose Under a London moon You’re next, that’s the truth Under a London moon We howl at noon Under a London moon Oh - under a London moon The river keeps secrets In a black tea stain The dead wear our manners And our borrowed shame So laugh with your coffin smile Dance with your cracked old shoes When the bells go feral There’s nothing left to lose Under a London moon We all come loose Under a London moon You’re next, that’s the truth Under a London moon We howl at noon Under a London moon Oh - under a London moon
