Lyrics Dirty Old Town (Live At the Olympia, Paris In 2012) - The Pogues

I met my love by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
And 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
The smell of spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I met my love by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town
You like that, don′t you?
Better belive
Probably 'cause it was written by a communist, that's why you probably like it
This is called– this is, er, called "A bottle of smoke"
This is also written by a communist