Mark Knopfler, 6 times, Madame Geneva`s, until times of war

Mark Knopfler, 6 times, Madame Geneva`s, until times of war, Lyrics:
I`m a maker of ballads right pretty, I write them right here, in the street,
You can buy them all over the city, Yours for a penny a sheet.
I`m a word-pecker out of the printers, Out of the dens of Gin Lane,
I`ll write up a scene on the counter, Confessions and sins in the main.
Boy, confessions and sin in the main!
Then, you`ll find me in Madame Geneva`s, Keepin` the demons at bay.
There`s nothin` like gin (for drownin` them in), But they`ll always be back
On a hangin` day, On a hangin` day!
They come rattling over the cobbles, They sin on their coffins of black,
Some are struck dumb, some gabble, Top-heavy on brandy or sack.
The pews are all full of fine fellows And the hawker, here, set up her shop.
As they're turnin` them off at the gallows, She`ll be seelin` right under the drop,
Boy, sellin` right under the drop!
Then, you`ll find me in Madame Geneva`s, Keepin` the demons at bay.
There`s nothin` like gin (for drownin` them in), But they`ll always be back
On a hangin` day, On a hangin` day!