It's just a northern industrial town

The front doors of the houses open into the street

There's 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 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 they 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