Mile End - Pulp

We didn’t have no where to live, / we didn’t have nowhere to go / 'til someone

said /

'I know this place off Burditt Road.'/ It was on the fifteenth floor, / it had

a board across the door.

/ It took an hour / to pry it off and get inside.

/ It smelt as if someone had died;

/ the living-room was full of flies, / the kitchen sink

was blocked,

Heaven / (if it didn’t look like Hell.) / The lift is always full of piss,

/ the fifth

floor landing smells of fish / (not just on Friday, / every single other day.

) / Below the

kids come out tonight, / they kick a ball and have a fight / and maybe shoot

somebody if they lose at pool.

/ Ooh, / it’s a mess alright, / yes it’s / Mile End.

/ [mumbled

mutterings… you love it…] / Oo-ooh / Nobody wants to be your friend /

'cause you’re

not from round here, / ooh / as if that was / something to be proud about.

/ The pearly

king of the Isle of Dogs / feels up children in the bogs.

/ Down by the playing

fields, /

someone sets a car on fire I guess you have to go right down / before you

understand just

how, / how low, / how low a human being can go.

/ Ooh, / it’s a mess alright,

/ yes it’s /

Mile End.

/ (don't do that! Leave it out!) / Bababa… / Lalala…