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