On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee She had a history, but she had no past When they shut her down the Russians moved in And I am too scared "Finishing Jubilee Street" lyrics. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Jubilee Street Songtext On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee She had a history, but she had no past When they shut her down The Russians moved in And I am to scared And I am to scared to even walk on past She used to say All those good people down on Jubilee Street They ought to practice what they preach Lyrics to 'Jubilee Street' by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Lyrics "Finishing Jubilee Street" I just finished writing Jubilee Street I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep And when I awoke I believed I had taken a bride called Mary Stanford And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low Lyrics to 'Jubilee Street' by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Those good people on Jubilee Street And here I come up the hill I’m pushing my own wheel of love I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain And I’m pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Streets I look at them now The problem was she had a little black book And my name was written on every page Those good people on Jubilee Street And here I come up the hill I'm pushing my wheel of love I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain And a ten ton catastrophe on a sixty pound chain And I'm pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Street Ah look at me now The problem was she had a little black book And my name was written on every page Jubilee Street Capo 1 / [Verse 1] / C A G E On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee C A G E She had a history, but she had no past C A When they shut her down the Russians moved in G E On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee / She had a history, but no past / When they shut her down / The Russians moved in / And I am to scared Jubilee Lyrics: Jubilee slouches in the settee / He's losing all will to move / He gone divvy, too much telly / He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish / He got butane, he got plastic bags / His