Transmetropolitan Lyrics - Red Roses For Me - Pogues

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink 

Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think 

And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell 

And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well 

Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye 

From the dear old streets of Kings Cross to the doors of the I C A 

Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye 

We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite 

And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye 

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammer Smith's sightly shores 

We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores 

There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C 

And when we've done those bastards in we'll storm the BBC 

Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye 

From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a K M R I A 

Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye 

We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite 

And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye 

From five-bob 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, yip-ay-aye 

From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane 

Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye 

We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite 

And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye 

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, yip-ay-aye 

From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today 

Going transmetropolitan 

Well drink the rats piss, kick the shite 

And Im not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye