Lyrics
Sometimes we wonder is there more now, look at all the waifs of dickensian england Suzanne, but trouble is still trouble and evil still evil
You can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin, you can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin
The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please, the ones here at home just don t give it their best
here it s just dirty and violent and troubling
If we had a tool or could tally the handfuls, if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls Years, sometimes we wonder is there more now
sometimes we wonder is there more now
why is it their suffering is more picturesque
measure for measure it s the same would be my guess
Must be cause their rags are so very victorian, over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue, but nobody these days has that kind of chin
here we have heroes of times that have passed now
The ones here at home just don t give it their best, the earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please, why is it their suffering is more picturesque
but trouble is still trouble and evil still evil
the ones here at home just don t give it their best
Must be cause their rags are so very victorian, must be cause their rags are so very victorian, why is it their suffering is more picturesque
Here we have heroes of times that have passed now, here we have heroes of times that have passed now
last years troubles they shine up so pretty
Last year s troubles, but nobody these days has that kind of chin
But nobody these days has that kind of chin, last year s troubles are so old fashioned Suzanne, why is it their suffering is more picturesque
over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue
Maybe it s the clothing that s so entertaining, last year s troubles, last years troubles they shine up so pretty
Sometimes we wonder is there more now, why is it their suffering is more picturesque
here we have heroes of times that have passed now
Last year s troubles, last year s troubles
But trouble is still trouble and evil still evil, if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls, but nobody these days has that kind of chin
Here it s just dirty and violent and troubling, they gleam with a luster they don t have today, sometimes we wonder is there more now
but nobody these days has that kind of chin
Last year s troubles, look at all the waifs of dickensian england
They gleam with a luster they don t have today, you can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin, measure for measure it s the same would be my guess
the earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please
If we had a tool or could tally the handfuls, last year s troubles Last, the ones here at home just don t give it their best
Last year s troubles, if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls, over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue
maybe it s the clothing that s so entertaining
Over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue, last year s troubles are so old fashioned
The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please, last year s troubles Last, maybe it s the clothing that s so entertaining
Must be cause their rags are so very victorian, last years troubles they shine up so pretty Vega, look at all the waifs of dickensian england
Maybe it s the clothing that s so entertaining, why is it their suffering is more picturesque Years, over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue
Measure for measure it s the same would be my guess, last years troubles they shine up so pretty