Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe

But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

Come day go day
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Singin' in and all
Wish he was here to steal it now

After washing your filthy sheets

He stole my heart and many other things
And whiskey on a Sunday
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
After washing your filthy sheets

Wish in my heart it was Sunday
But now she sits alone
Empty are their pockets

Empty are their pockets
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
Singin' in the streets
After a childhood that she never knew
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
Cigarettes just kill the time
She dances in a photograph
Slayed Richard and his court of kings
Singin' in and all

But me I took his crown
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep

Come day go day
But that was yesterday
Choking on woodbine
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
Drinkin' their coca-colas

But their voices are filled with song
She hears a chorus of factory girls
But their voices are filled with song
And whiskey on a Sunday
Singin' in the streets
Drinkin' their coca-colas
Everyone's long gone
She hears a chorus of factory girls
She hears a chorus of factory girls
If only today

Chasin' down the avenue