Our Lady of the Campfire Frank Turner

[Intro]
Tonight is her night

[Verse 1]
And the city holds its breath
Caught twixt life and death
As she rolls in from the suburbs
The garrison flees and the city will burn

[Chorus 1]
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
London town trembles at the sight
Because tonight is her night

[Verse 2]
And the youth course through the streets
To lay down at her feet
And she runs a regal eye
To choose who lives and decide who dies

[Chorus 2]
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
Fearful crowds part ways without a fight
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
London town trembles at the sight
Because tonight is her night