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The Pogues - Transmetropolitan lyrics
In the rosy parks of England We'll sit and have a drink Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go where the spirits take us To heaven or to hell And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well Going transmetropolitan From the dear old streets of King's Cross To the doors of the ICA Going transmetropolitan We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight From Brixton's lovely boulevards To Hammersmith's sightly shores We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs And worry all the whores There's leechers up in Whitehall And queers in the GLC And when we've done those bastards in We'll storm the BBC Going transmetropolitan From Surrey Docks to Somers Town With a KMRIA Going transmetropolitan We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight From a 5 pound bet in William Hills To a Soho sex-shop dream From a fried egg in Valtaro's To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed On the way we'll kill and maim When you haven't got a penny, boys It's all the bloody same Going transmetropolitan From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve To the beauty that's Mill Lane Going transmetropolitan We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight This town has done us dirty This town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time And we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings Of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down In the summer of the year Going transmetropolitan From Arlington House with a 2 bob bit To the Scottish shores today Going transmetropolitan We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight . |
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