[Verse]
London city, far from pretty, such a pity, such a shame
An officer that's six-foot-three left shaking by the boy he claimed
And flashing lights and crying eyes of London frame our boy's demise
And lady Karma spanned her web quite quickly as poor Jenny died
And on this night, on holy night a bitter twist awoke from sleep
The threads of fate would weave their way between poor Jenny and young Screech
London city, far from pretty, devils live inside detail
To set the scene we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's talе