Greetings From Shitsville Lyrics - Wildhearts

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 

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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/drugs] still fight 

while sirens scream off to the right down misery street 

CHORUS 

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 that 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 

CHORUS 

greetings now from Shitsville, London (x3)