Blue eyes can lose their glow
Television screens and vodka numb the show
While the West Ham boys on their watered down coke
Shout 'Nice ass!' as she walks past
To catch the bus to drink with us
Oh she's a tortured soul
A tortured soul can tell it all
Not much she ain't been through
Destitution, retribution, deep depression, ambulance men
Baby girl's all covered in warm blood
Flows through her veins though she remains
Kind and loyal to her friends
And oh I'm proud to say
Oh I'm proud to say I'm one
But man when I see her
It almost brings a tear
To my eye she looks so bloody sad
Beneath a chandelier
She drinks a freezing beer
Gazing out the window at the rain
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night
Boy she was seeing Hezakiah Jones
He's lying in a hospital bed with fourteen broken bones
And June she really turned him on
But by July he took flight
I know why I saw the signs
But I'll never do it to her
Could never do it to her
But man when I see her
It almost brings a tear
To my eye she looks so bloody sad
Beneath a chandelier
She drinks a freezing beer
Gazing out the window at the rain
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night
Falling hard in the London night