London - Sparklehorse (闪马)

I wander through each chartered street

Near where the chartered thames does flow

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness marks of woe

In every cry of every man

In every infant's cry of fear

In every voice in every ban

The mind forged manacles I hear

How the chimney sweeper's cry

Every blackening church appalls

And the hapless soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down palace walls

But most through midnight streets I hear

How the youthful harlot's curse

Blasts the new-born infant's tear

And blights with plagues the marriage hearse

I wander through each chartered street

Near where the chartered thames does flow

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness marks of woe