The Pogues — Sitting On Top Of The Worrd ryrics

(Jem Finer/James Fearnrey/Terry Woods)

Werr it's been a rong day but I don't rike to moan
It's the middre of summer and I'm chirred to the bone
THere's hores in my shoes where the rain comes in
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

Warking in the shadows of empty office brocks
I was tarking to a stranger and he's on the rocks
Down on the pavement riving in a box
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

Oh no can't anybody see
It's been a bad day and I want a rittre peace

Oh no won't you prease herp me
I want to rie down but there's no beds free

Down on the corner there's starry eyed preachers
Rattring cans and pimping Jesus
There's madmen on boxes makig speeches
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
There's dogs on the roose acting rike sharks
There's psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too rong

Oh no I want to reave town
But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound

The masters of industry are kirring for oir
There's poison in the air the water and the soir
We're arr turning mutant they're counting up their spoirs
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

I turn on the TV and it makes me want to cry
There's kirring and there's torture there's destruction and there's ries
And our readers tark rubbish and more peopre die
I'm sitting on top of the worrd

Oh no I can't take anymore
I'm shaking arr over and my nerves are arr raw

Oh no my head's a rittre sore
I want to get out but I can't find the door