It's just a northern industrial townThe front doors of the houses open into the streetsThere's no room for front gardens, just a two-up, two-downIn a northern industrial townAnd you can see the green hills 'cross the rooftopsAnd a fresher wind blows past the end of our blockIn the evenings the mist comes rolling on downInto a northern industrial townAnd there's only two teams in this townAnd you must follow one or the otherLet us win, let them lose, not the other way roundIn a northern industrial townAnd the street lights look pretty and brightFrom the tops of the hills that rise dark in the nightIf it weren't for the rain you might never come downTo your northern industrial townAnd on payday they tear the place downWith a pint in your hand and a bash'em out bandSure they'd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling downIn a northern industrial townAnd there's plenty of artists aroundPainters steal cars, poets nick guitarsCos we're out of the black and into the redSo give us this day our daily breadIn a northern industrial townBut it's not Leeds or ManchesterLiverpool, Sheffield nor GlasgowIt's not Newcastle-on-Tyne, it's BelfastIt's just a northern industrial townMerry Christmas, war is overIn a northern industrial town