Its just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the street
Theres no room for front gardens, just two-up two-down
In a northern industrial town

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 come rolling on down
Into a northern industrial town

And theres 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

And the street lights look pretty and bright
From the tops of the hills they rise dark in the night
If it werent for the rain you might never come down
To your northern industrial town

And on payday they tear the place down
With a pint in your hand and a bashem out band
Sure theyd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down
In a northern industrial town

And theres plenty of artists around
Painters steal cars, poets nick guitars
Cos were out of the black and into the red
So give us this day our daily bread
In a northern industrial town

But its not leeds or manchester
Liverpool, sheffield, nor glasgow
Its not newcastle-on-tyne. its belfast
Its just a northern industrial town

Merry christmas, war is over
In a northern industrial town