Madame Geneva's - Mark Knopfler
I'm a maker of ballads right pretty

I write em right here in the street

You can buy them all over the city

Yours for a penny a sheet

I'm a word pecker out of the printers

Out of the dens of Gin Lane

I'll write up a scene on a counter

Confessions and sins in the main

Boys, confession and sins in the main

Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's

Keepin the demons at bay

There's nothin like gin for drownin them in
But they'll always be back on a hangin day

On a hangin day

They come rattlin over the cobbles

They sit on their coffins of black

Some are struck dumb, some gabble

Top-heavy on brandy or sack

The pews are all full of fine fellows

And the hawker has set up her shop

As they're turnin em off at the gallows

She'll be sellin right under the drop

Boys, sellin right under the drop

Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's

Keepin the demons at bay

There's nothin like gin for drownin them in

But they'll always be back on a hangin day

On a hangin day