Sodom Tonight

It’s so nasty out there it’s perfectly horrid
People walk around with numbers on their forrid
All of the prophets are moving out of town
The lambs are being slaughtered
As the abattoire falls down
Well we’ll have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah
But baby Sodom tonight
Oh all the dirty bookshops are full of revelations
They’re crucifying winos in the railway stations
Mouths full of dust they’ve got eyes full of mud
Deep down town they’re turning whiskey into blood
A guy with holes in his hands, waving a Bible
Runs under our window naked screaming 'Libel!'
The whore on the corner has her red dress on
Back from a weekend with her mother in Babylon
Well the breads turned to rock in the breadbin
It’s getting dark awful early, shall I turn on the light?
Well we’re gonna have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah, begorrah
But baby Sodom Tonight