The Old Main Drag
When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the Dilly to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag
O Centro Velho
Só tinha dezesseis quando cheguei a Londres
Uns trocados no bolso e a velha bolsa de andarilho
Desci até as bandas do Dilly, só pra ter uma noção
E logo fui parar lá no Centro Velho
Onde os travecos e moçoilas faziam parada no estilo
E o velho com dinheiro na mão te lançaria um sorriso
Na escuridão de um beco, você trabalharia por umas pratas
Em troca de uma bronha bem feita lá no Centro Velho
A velha cidade era parada, nas invernais noites geladas
Mas os rapazes nos cafés te descolariam drogas bem baratas
Se não tivesse dinheiro, podia flertar ou pedir de joelho
Pois havia sempre tuinal de sobra lá no Centro Velho
Numa noite eu estava largado lá pela praça Leicaster
Chegaram uns polícias e me chutaram nas bolas
E entre os portões da rua Vine, fui escorraçado, feito de malho
Arruinando minhas roupas tão bonitas lá do Centro Velho
Na estação de metrô, os meninos das antigas, já nas últimas
Babavam e vomitavam e rastejavam e gritavam
E chegavam os polícias só pra empurrá-los aos trilhos
E eu queria que houvesse um jeito de escaparem do Centro Velho
E agora estou jogado aqui, até o pescoço de bebida
Já fui cagado, cuspido, abusado e comido
Sei que estou pra morrer e só queria implorar
Por um dinheiro pra me tirar daqui do Centro Velho