I Gave Birth to the Twentieth Century

Call the constable
There is blood in the streets
Call the constable
White chapels stained with shame
Like a child, you fell right into my game
A sprig of grapes and chardonnay
Did you even know my name?
A gentleman with horse and carriage
Is four pounds for the taking
I gave birth to the twentieth century
They couldn't have done it without me
You fear my name but not my face
Is that where you went wrong?
Escape from your lungs, awake Mary
There's a taste of laud numb on your lips
This feeling is numb
The way you've pulled me in
So go ahead and kiss me goodnight
Comatose and two pints for the ride
No one can hear you cry
Where did you go wrong?
You marched the streets of London
Never saying a word
It seems like heaven and hell
Are fighting there waiting for you
Did someone follow you there?
Is that where you went wrong?
Did someone follow you there?
He was so clean
Like the knife was an extension of his body
Escape from your lungs, awake Mary
There's a taste of laud numb on your lips
This feeling is numb
The way you've pulled me in
So go ahead and kiss me goodnight
Comatose and two pints for the ride
No one can hear you cry
So clever I never rushed
I never said you meant this much
Where did you go wrong?
Call the constable
There is blood in the streets
Call the constable
White chapels stained with shame