London City, far from pretty

Two, zero, zero, five

A lady down in PaddingtonIs fighting just to stay alive

Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets

Our lady weeps; she′s tired and frail

To set the scene, we must rewind

The hands of time for Violet's tale

Violet was a silent girl

Grew up with violent starts

Her mother was a drinker

And her father was a bastard

Every night he′d tuck her tight

But never left the room

I'll spare you of the things he did

I'm sure her mother knew

Violet was a silent girl

She moved out at sixteen

A semi-detached council flat

Paid for by a welfare scheme

Packing shelves at Tesco′s

Stacking jars like pickled bricks

She met a boy named Stevie

And he was a little prick

Violet was a silent girl

And Violet, she fell fast

See, Stevie was a wrong ′un

But he sure knew how to charm her

Every night he'd tuck her tight

But never left the room

History repeats itself

He′d paint her black and blue and ahh

She never stood a chance

The devil comes to dance

"Violet, why you always so quiet?"

On her bedroom door, and he's irate

He′s been drinking and smoking; he's up late

And he stands by her bedside, she shakes

But her eyes stay shut

"You fucking slut! I know you′re up!"

And he pinches her eyelids and folds them up

"Violet, why you lying to me, Violet?"

She stays silent, things turn violent

That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot

Hit like hailstones, one to the collarbone, full-force, full-blown

Blood splat, bone crack, knick-knack-paddy-whack

One to the jaw and a tooth spat - detached

Fist connects and disconnects the bone

A quick deflect to misdirect the blow

But nonetheless his punches met her throat

Such a mess; he's left her bruised and broke

"Violet!?

Why you always so quiet, Violet!?

Why you such a little liar, Violet!?

Do you think I want to do this, Violet?!"

In character, she stays silent

"Well say something, Violet!"

Silence

"Fucking say something, Violet!"

Silence

"Wait... say something, Violet"

Not one word, she stays quiet

London City, far from pretty

Two, zero, zero, five

A lady rushed to Paddington is fighting just to stay alive

The doctor in a state of shock, saw something here so very wrong

See Violet, she was pregnant

Poor Violet, she was nine months gone

Turning to the doctor Violet broke her silence, and she cried

"If I′m to die right here tonight, please let my baby stay alive"

The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in

As Violet′s world turned to black, the curtains closed

The lights went dim in

London City, far from pretty

Two, zero, zero, five

A lady down in Paddington

Just lost the fight to stay alive

A tragedy, or a miracle

It happened on these very streets

Two twins are lying side by side

A girl named Jenny

And a boy named Screech