Dirty Old Silver

[Verse 1]
Molly!
She got a switch and her blade
She got it made in the shadow of doorways
She gets under your skin
She’s a daughter
A daughter of sin

[Chorus]
This terrible frame
Oh, the sound of dirty old silver
With a gun in her gowns
She stares you down

Cold
This terrible turn
(Hey!)

[Verse 2]
Olivier
He got one thing on his mind these days
A dream!
Of monies what come and stay
Family: oh, how he misses them
He’s a seventh son, you see
A victim of circumstance
He won’t last in this terrible place
Oh, no!

[Chorus]
This terrible frame
Oh, the sound of dirty old silver
With a gun in her gown
She stares you down

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!
Cold!
Ha-ha-ha

[Verse 3]
Now, old Master James (ha!)
He got one foot in the grave these days
A slave!
To danger, love, and laudanum
Mistress Molly: oh, how she mothers him
She milks him to the last
No discipline too strict in this terrible town

[Chorus]
This terrible form
Oh, the sound of dirty old strange
With a gun in her gowns
She stares you down

Cold, so cold
This terrible turn, this terrible frame
This terrible place, this terrible thorn, and this terrible lie
And these terrible streets, and this terrible night, and this terrible life
This TERRIBLE --!