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the paper's hanging off the walls, there's 'roaches dancing in the halls |
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you still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street |
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the euthanasia dream brigade are melting in the Hampstead shade |
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the zombies of life they parade down misery street |
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so come on over with something to do , baby, I need the company |
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greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 |
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why do we stay here, God only knows - it's not the scenery |
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greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 |
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greetings now from Shitsville, London |
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and all my neighbours disappear the second that I get too near |
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I stick out like elephant ears on misery street |
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it gets so hard to sleep at night, the left of me the (drunks/drugs) still fight |
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while sirens scream off to the right down misery street |
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the heating's set to sauna and the carpet's getting thin |
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my vacuum cleaner's blowing out instead of sucking in |
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I drink myself to coma so that sleep escapes the din |
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and start this shit all over again... |
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so now I got a brand new day to tackle in the same old way |
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the ducking and diving of bills that arrive in their seemingly hundreds to pay |
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CHORUS |
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greetings now from Shitsville, London (x3) |
