Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shitsville, artist - The Wildhearts. Album song Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 30.03.2014
Record label: Secret
Song language: English
Shitsville |
The paper’s hanging off the walls, there’s 'roaches dancing in the halls |
You still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street |
The euthanasia dream brigade are melting in the Hampstead shade |
The zombies of life they parade down misery street |
So come on over with something to do, baby, I need the company |
Greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 |
Why do we stay here, God only knows — it’s not the scenery |
Greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 |
Greetings now from Shitsville, London |
And all my neighbours disappear the second that I get too near |
I stick out like elephant ears on misery street |
It gets so hard to sleep at night, the left of me the (drunks/drugs) still fight |
While sirens scream off to the right down misery street |
The heating’s set to sauna and the carpet’s getting thin |
My vacuum cleaner’s blowing out instead of sucking in |
I drink myself to coma so that sleep escapes the din |
And start this shit all over again… |
So now I got a brand new day to tackle in the same old way |
The ducking and diving of bills that arrive in their seemingly hundreds to pay |
Greetings now from Shitsville, London (x3) |