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The paper's hanging off the walls, |
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There's 'roaches dancing in the halls |
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You still pay a fortune and crawl down Misery Street |
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The euthanasia dream brigade |
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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 |
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I need the company |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Why do we stay here? |
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God only knows! |
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It's not the scenery! |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, London |
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And all my neighbours disappear |
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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, |
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The left of me the drunks still fight |
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While sirens scream off to the right down Misery Street |
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So come on over with something to do baby |
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I need the company |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Why do we stay here? |
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God only knows! |
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It's not the scenery! |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, London |
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The heating's set on sauna |
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And the carpet's getting thin |
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My vacuum cleaner's blowing out |
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Instead of sucking in |
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I drink myself to coma |
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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 |
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To tackle in the same old way |
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The ducking and diving of bills that arrive |
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In their seemingly hundreds to pay |
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So come on over with something to do baby |
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I need the company |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Why do we stay here? |
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God only knows! |
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It's not the scenery! |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, London |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, London |
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Greetings now from Shitsville, London |