Tekster: Pogues, The. Big City.

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In the big city

Where the lights are low

Cold dirty ground

Where the rivers don't flow

Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away



In the big city

Where the kids will come cheap

And monsters prowl and never sleep

Don't cross the road if you haven't got the time of day



Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride

I know she's out there somewhere

Selling all we got but I don't mind



In the big city

You can walk a thin line

Your mother won't know that you do a bit of crime

Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time



In the big city

Where it's hard to see the sky

And the black earth trembles when the trains go by

And the bums on the corner tell you gently

To fuck off and die



Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride

And I'm stuck here selling papers

And spitting on the ground when you walk by



In the big city

You can dance all night

Only if you're clean and the lads are not uptight

Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight



In the big city

Where the suits don't look you in the eye

Learn how to laugh you'll be planning when to die

And don't expect any favours from the cars passing by



I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride

Well I don't mind matching colours or parking people's cars

And telling little lies if that's alright



In the big city