Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shitsville , by - The Wildhearts. Song from the album Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 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) |