Greetings From Shitsville / The Bullshit Goes On

The paper's hangin' off the walls There's roaches dancin' in the halls You still pay a 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 So come on over with something to do, baby I need the company Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 Why do we stay here? God only knows It's not the scenery Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 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 still fight While sirens scream off to the right, down Misery Street So come on over with something to do, baby I need the company Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 Why do we stay here? God only knows It's not the scenery Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 Greetings now from Shitsville, London The heating's set on sauna and the carpet's gettin' thin My vacuum cleaner's blowin' out instead of suckin' 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 duckin' and divin' of bills that arrive In their seemingly hundreds to pay So come on over with something to do, baby I need the company Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 Why do we stay here? God only knows It's not the scenery Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3 Greetings now from Shitsville, London Greetings now from Shitsville, London Greetings now from Shitsville, London

Submitted by The Void — Mar 01, 2026

Life, you think it's all in your hands You play tricks, manipulatin' the band You want fame, well, here you are in the track And all without a spinal column in your back You make waves by bein' chinless and weak You want stars unless they happen to speak You use blackmail tactics as part of your plan To undermine the battle of the workin' man So we just play and smile all day at things you say and do And use our little victories as triumph for the few And that means you And the bullshit goes on It don't matter how far you run It's that old familiar feelin' When they're all convinced you're wrong It's just different words In the same old fuckin' song And the bullshit goes on And it goes! You pass blame because you think you're immune And with your fingers simply itchin' to reopen the wound You go on and on and on some more With stupid ideas that we all ignore So take your place and hide your face and we'll get on just fine Keep the distance, earn respect and we'll work it out in time And the bullshit goes on It don't matter how far you run It's that old familiar feelin' When they're all convinced you're wrong It's just different words In the same old fuckin' song And the bullshit goes on And it goes! I want you to see some honesty You'll believe it's true So come on, open up to me Like human beings are supposed to do So are you! And the bullshit goes on It don't matter how far you run It's that old familiar feelin' When they're all convinced you're wrong It's just different words In the same old fuckin' song And the bullshit goes on And it goes! It goes

Submitted by The Void — Mar 01, 2026