Hawkboy
Mother London
I was a seventh son, of a seventh sonWe are offspring of Mother LondonShe was a holy nun, drawing her gunOne more falls for Mother LondonWe got bored on the western shoreNailed together all the boardsSailed on homeAnd I will tell you and I won't lieNo I didn't cry when I got to where she now lies I know you can't kill Mother LondonI got her way down in my brain to my bloodNo I'm not aloneI'm just one son of Mother LondonOne son of Mother LondonI was a seventh son, of a seventh son, oh!Seventh son, offspring of Mother London
From Letras Mania