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The Pogues - Sitting on Top of The World
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Accordion
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Terry Woods
Terry Woods
Mandolin
David Coulter
David Coulter
Percussion
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Guitar
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
Michael Brook
Michael Brook
Guitar
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
James Pinker
James Pinker
Percussion
Hijaz Mustapha
Hijaz Mustapha
Strings
Debsey Wykes
Debsey Wykes
Vocals
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Songwriter
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Songwriter
Terry Woods
Terry Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Brook
Michael Brook
Producer
Nick Robbins
Nick Robbins
Engineer
Richard Evans
Richard Evans
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well, it's been a long day, but I don't like to moan Middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone Holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sitting on top of the world Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks I was talking to a stranger, and he's on the rocks Down on the pavement, living in a box I'm sitting on top of the world Oh, no, can't anybody see? It's been a bad day and I want a little peace Oh, no, won't you please help me? I wanna lie down, but there's no beds free Down on the corner, there's starry-eyed preachers Rattling cans and pimping Jesus There's madmen on boxes making speeches I'm sitting on top of the world You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark Dogs on the loose acting like sharks Psychos on the streets burning winos in the park I'm sitting on top of the world Oh, no, I wish I was gone I wanna get going before too long Oh, no, I wanna leave town But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound The masters of industry are killing for oil There's poison in the air, and the water, and the soil We're all turning mutant, they're counting up their spoils I'm sitting on top of the world I turn on the TV, and it makes me want to cry There's killing and there's torture, destruction and lies Leaders talk rubbish, and more people die I'm sitting on top of the world Oh, no, I can't take anymore I'm shaking all over, and my nerves are all raw Oh, no, my head's a little sore I wanna get out but I can't find the door Oh, no, I can't take anymore I'm shaking all over, and my nerves are all raw Oh, no, my head's a little sore I wanna get out, but I can't find the door I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world I'm sitting on top of the world
Writer(s): Jeremy Max Finer, James Thirkhill Fearnley, Terry Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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