From: “William Bloke” (1996) [Intro] | | [Verse 1] 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 town [Verse 2] And 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 town [Verse 3] And 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 town [Verse 4] And 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 town [Verse 5] And on payday they tear the place down With pint in your hand and bash ’ out band Sure they’d dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down In a northern industrial town [Verse 6] And 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 town [Verse 7] But it’s not Leeds or Manchester Liverpool Sheffield nor Glasgow It’s not Newcastle-on-Tyne ... it’s Belfast It’s just a northern industrial town [Coda] Merry Christmas war is over In a northern industrial town