The Wildhearts - Greeting From sh**sville lyrics

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 [CHORUS:] so come on over with something to do , baby, I need the company greetings now from sh**sville, NW3 why do we stay here, God only knows - it's not the scenery greetings now from sh**sville, NW3 greetings now from sh**sville, 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/d**) 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 s**ing in I drink myself to coma so that sleep escapes the din and start this sh** 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 sh**sville, London