LOCATION: Whitechapel High Street, East End, London

The word is on the street tonight, tonight, tonight
The dogs are at my feet tonight, tonight

It’s a meager thing to solve tonight, tonight, tonight
Let the world evolve tonight, tonight

The queen don’t know where the winds will blow
Through the gas lit streets where the ripper sows

Let the bridges burn and the towers fall
Give ‘em one more blow with a wrecking ball

Gonna start a fight tonight, tonight, tonight
Gonna set things right tonight, tonight

Gonna break some balls tonight, tonight, tonight
Kick the stooges in their stalls tonight

A pound of flesh for a pound of gold
Gonna raise my glass to the prophets of the coming age

Better take your bow at the Albert Hall
Gotta make your rounds through the victory ball

You’re gonna wanna grab a seat by the window, in the front row
Watch the sky burn bright in the glow of this burning rage
Let ‘em feel what they wanna feel
Let ‘em squeal if they wanna squeal
Watch the dogs as they lick the blood off this grisly stage

Gonna draw some blood tonight, tonight, tonight
Drag their entrails through the mud tonight, tonight

Gonna count to ten tonight, tonight, tonight
Let the piggies from their pens tonight, tonight

Gonna take my bow at the Albert Hall
Make one more round through the victory ball

‘Cause the queen don’t know where the winds will blow
Give it one last whack with a wrecking ball

No, the queen don’t know where the winds will blow
Give it one more whack with a wrecking ball

© 2013 Crandall