The Pogues - Transmetropolitan

Song Rating: 8.74/10

Song lyrics:

In the rosy parks of England
Well sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider til we can hardly think
And well go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

Going transmetropolitan
From the dear old streets of Kings Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, kick the sh**e
And Im not going home tonight

From Brixtons lovely boulevards
To Hammersmiths sightly shores
Well scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the whores
Theres leechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when weve done those bastards in
Well storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, kick the sh**e
And Im not going home tonight



From a 5 pound bet in William Hills
To a Soho s**-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaros
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
Well spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way well k** and maim
When you havent got a penny, boys
Its all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty thats Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, kick the sh**e
And Im not going home tonight

This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
Weve been here for a long time
And well be here til we die
So well finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down
In the summer of the year

Going transmetropolitan
From Arlington House with a 2 bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, kick the sh**e
And Im not going home tonight

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 12:01