It's just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the street
There's no room for front gardens
Just a two-up, two-down
In a northern industrial townAnd you can see the green hills 'cross the rooftops
And a fresher wind blows past the end of our block
In the evenings the mist comes rolling on down
Into a northern industrial townAnd there's only two teams in this town
And you must follow one or the other
Let us win, let them lose
Not the other way round
In a northern industrial townAnd the streetlights look pretty and bright
From the tops of the hills that rise dark in the night
If it weren't for the rain, you might never come down
To your northern industrial townAnd on payday they tear the place down
With a pint in your hand and a bash 'em out band
Sure they'd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down
In a northern industrial townAnd there's plenty of artists around
Painters, steal cars, poets, nicked guitars
'Cause we're out of the black and we're into the red
So give us this day our daily bread
In a northern industrial townBut it's not Leeds or Manchester
Liverpool, Sheffield nor Glasgow
It's not Newcastle-on-Thyne
It's Belfast
It's just a northern industrial townMerry Christmas, war is over
In a northern industrial town
Songwriters
BRAGG, BILLYPublished by
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