Lyrics
London City, far from pretty
Such a pity, such a shame
An officer, at six-foot-three, left shaken by the boy he claimed
And flashing lights and prying eyes
Of London frame our boy's demise
And Lady Karma spun her web quite quickly as poor Jenny died
And on this night, unholy night
A bitter twist awoke from sleep
The threads of fate had weaved their way between poor Jenny and young Screech
London City, far from pretty
Devils live inside details
To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale
