Dirty Old Town - The Pogues
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I met my love by the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream by the old canal.
I kissed a girl by the factory wall.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Clouds a drifting across the moon.
Cats a prowling on their beat.
Spring's a girl from the streets at night.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I heard a siren from the docks.
Saw a train set the night on fire.
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe.
Shining steel tempered in the fire.
I will chop you down like an old dead tree.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I met my love by the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream by the old canal.
I kissed a girl by the factory wall.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.