Damned, The - Lovely Money Lyrics

They come to see the dungeons here
The tourists flock from far and near
They do the tower and try the beer

The picking pockets cost your life
And every jury has its price
They bring the kids and show the wife

It makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in soho clubs
And end up feeling sickie

And they're all, making money
Lovely money

Rubber necks with cash to burn
Export criminals return
The keep on coming never learn

They fill their diaries page by page
And make it sound so thrilling
They're hunting for the real thing
They're flush and they are willing

And they're all making money
Lovely money

The victors of the opium wars
They take their tips and open doors
They stand up on the actual floors

It makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in soho clubs
And end up feeling sickie

Oh, you fell for it and you paid
Yes we have got it made
But don't look at it that way

Through this iron traitors gate
The more popular criminals
Those darlings of the crowd
Were taken smiling,into the tower
More money,more money

Rumour has it that the bloodstains
Of Charles 1's decapitation were
Never actually washed from the stones
More money, more money

Now of you go away you fly
We've had your money now goodbye
We fleeced you good, we bled you dry
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...