Greetings From Sh*tsville

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 still fight

While sirens scream off to the right

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

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 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

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

• The Wildhearts

The Reading Festival, UK, 1994:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BM9if3ZxtyM