Poor Lulu

Dancing with a mask
In corruption basks
The lowest of the low it's true
A fake marquis there
On whores' children we stare
And over there a pimp or two
Alva got no hope
Just another dope
And the odd free screw
And Lulu stands her ground
She's lost but she is found
And Alva not a thing can do
Now in Montmartre, lovely Lulu basks Found a house of much ill-fame
And now Alva Shun was her husband
A lame dog in all but name
Alva is at hand, he is such a fan
He your hand does lick
Follows you like dogs
You're the machine he's a cog
As you move from trick to trick
Like a dog he pants, he is impotent
And he can't you save
Down and down
the spiral it is round leading
to your grave
That nasty pimp in there
Will grab her by the hair
Alva knows she's screwed
Her father he she killed
But he stays with her still
To her he is glued
Alva's got no hope
Just another dope
For the odd free screw
Her destruction and her doom
You know they're coming soon
Alva not a thing can do
Destruction now waits
You're standing at its gates
Alva not a thing can do
For poor Lulu