Pogues Nw3 lyrics

Nw3 by Pogues



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 piss 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 shit round here 

And I won't die 

Crying in a pint of beer 

Or eat their 

Stinking meals on wheels 

In NW3