NW3 Lyrics

It was 1962
I was two years out of school
When I got on board
A boat that was bound for Liverpool
The day I went away
I remember it so well
Said goodbye to the North Wall
And bid a fond farewell
By the time I hit the smoke
It was 1963
I got a job doing meals on wheels
Round NW3
I was scring poor old grannies
For a half a quid a week
I was drunk and stoned and
Smashed and blocked in NW3

In the filth and p*** they lived in
They would sometimes hum an air
Or talk in tongues of madness
Keeping time upon the chair
And for their wrists a numbered tab
In Westminister morgue
On a cold hard slab
When I was still a young man
In NW3
At the top of the Pentonville Road
I watched the sun setting
The town spread out before me
Looked beautiful to me
Away from all the crying
The suffering and the dying
I dreamed of the future
Of the young and the free
But the years they slip by quickly
Now I know I won't return here
Where each day just brings me closer
To that final misery
My kids will never
Scrape s*** round here
And I won't die
Crying in a pint of beer
Or eat their
Stinking meals on wheels
In NW3