Dirty Streets of London
I came from fuckin' Poland and tried to find money in the West
I chose this fuckin' city because I thought it could be the best
To break my misery, to drink one drop of happiness
With my rock 'n' roll heart, you know I was a special guest
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
I spend some time in subways and then I found some fuckin' pub
Some drunken guys were singing the old sad song about the thing called love
I was looking for you babe where city lights are shining bright
Oh, babe I saw you there, where a dirty river gently cries
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
I wake up in the morning and walked along the crowded streets
Where a thousand of people sailed between the cars in the midday heat
I love this fucking city where neon lights could make you rest
I come from fuckin' Poland to find some money in the West
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
I chose this fuckin' city because I thought it could be the best
To break my misery, to drink one drop of happiness
With my rock 'n' roll heart, you know I was a special guest
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
I spend some time in subways and then I found some fuckin' pub
Some drunken guys were singing the old sad song about the thing called love
I was looking for you babe where city lights are shining bright
Oh, babe I saw you there, where a dirty river gently cries
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
I wake up in the morning and walked along the crowded streets
Where a thousand of people sailed between the cars in the midday heat
I love this fucking city where neon lights could make you rest
I come from fuckin' Poland to find some money in the West
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Oh, dirty streets
Oh, dirty, dirty streets of London
Red buses in the rain
Oh, dirty streets of pain
Credits
Writer(s): Zygmunt Marek Staszczyk, Jan Rafal Benedek
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