Vārdi: Bragg Billy. Northern Industrial Town.

It's just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the streets
There's no room for front gardens, just a 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 comes rolling on down
Into a northern industrial town
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
And the street lights 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
And on payday they tear the place down

With a pint in your hand and a bash'em out band
Sure they'd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down
In a northern industrial town
And there's plenty of artists around
Painters steal cars, poets nick guitars
Cos we're out of the black and into the red
So give us this day our daily bread
In a northern industrial town
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
Merry Christmas, war is over
In a northern industrial town