the pogues – nw3 lyrics
it was 1962
i was two years out of school
when i got on board a boat
that was bound for liverpool
the day i went away
i remember it so well
said goodbye to the north wall
and bid a fond farewell
when i got down to the smoke
it was 1963
i got a job doing meals on wheels
round nw3
i was terrorising grannies
for ten lousy bob a week
i was smashed and blacked
and drunk and yawning in nw3
in the filth and p-ss they lived in
they would sometimes hum an air
or talk in tongues of madness
keeping time upon a chair
and for their wrists a numbered tab
in westminster morgue
on a cold hard slab
when i was still a young man
in nw3
now i’m spent of love and rage
and i’m going home again
never did n0body wrong
never earned a decent wage
so thanks for sweet f-ck all
once more look at the north wall
say goodbye to all of that
and bid a fond farewell
at the top of the pentonville road
i watched the sun setting
the town spread out before me
looked beautiful to me
away from all the sighing
the suffering and the dying
i dreamed of the future
of the young and the free
but the years they went by quickly
now i swear i won’t return here
where each day just bring me closer
to the final misery
my kids will never scr-pe sh-t round here
i won’t die crying in a pint of beer
or eat their stinking meals on wheels
in nw3
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