Maiden of Plastic

Maiden of Plastic hear my plea​

You don't exist / Please let's flee​

You were cobbled together out of spare parts​

You hide yourself away in art​

Talent is the only glue​

That keeps all of you​

Together / Yet still you're blue​

Oh Maiden I'm just like you​

We must retreat to higher art​

Through Victorian mist a course we'll chart​

Through darkened alleys we will creep​

In musty bedrooms we'll find our sleep​

And when our lodging days are past​

When we've left the East End's grasp​

We will live as gentle souls​

That's the only proper goal​