Pogues - Transmetropolitan Lyrics
In the rosy parks of englandWell sit and have a drinkOf vp wine and cider til we can hardly thinkAnd well go where the spirits take usTo heaven or to hellAnd kick up bloody murder in the town we love so wellGoing transmetropolitanFrom the dear old streets of kings crossTo the doors of the icaGoing transmetropolitanWell drink the rats piss, kick the shiteAnd Im not going home tonightFrom brixtons lovely boulevardsTo hammersmiths sightly shoresWell scare the camden palace poofsAnd worry all the whoresTheres leechers up in whitehallAnd queers in the glcAnd when weve done those bastards inWell storm the bbcGoing transmetropolitanFrom surrey docks to somers townWith a kmriaGoing transmetropolitanWell drink the rats piss, kick the shiteAnd Im not going home tonightFrom a 5 pound bet in william hillsTo a soho sex-shop dreamFrom a fried egg in valtarosTo a tottenham court road ice creamWell spew and lurch, get nicked and fixedOn the way well kill and maimWhen you havent got a penny, boysIts all the bloody sameGoing transmetropolitanFrom pentonville road on a sunset eveTo the beauty thats mill laneGoing transmetropolitanWell drink the rats piss, kick the shiteAnd Im not going home tonightThis town has done us dirtyThis town has bled us dryWeve been here for a long timeAnd well be here til we dieSo well finish off the leavingsOf blood and glue and beerAnd burn this bloody city downIn the summer of the yearGoing transmetropolitanFrom arlington house with a 2 bob bitTo the scottish shores todayGoing transmetropolitanWell drink the rats piss, kick the shiteAnd Im not going home tonight
