LYRIC

A thousand streets of two bedroom semis
We always dreamed that we,d have one o'these
Oh what a pity they were built by Wimpey's

That common lot drove us round the bend
So we moved up to Durham's posh end
The likes of us don't need no council dives
This is the sound of our sorry lives

Livin' on newt on hall, livin' on newt on hall
Where would we be if not here
Livin' on newt on hall, livin on newt on hall
Where would we be if not here now.

Oi! Look what I've got, a new Mondeo
I polish it but it's only for show
I tell myself that were middle cla(r)ss
He walks around with his head up his arse

Livin' on newt on hall

Newton Hall, Newton Hall
Newt on Hall
Gotta get away from
Newt on Hall
Right Now.

A thousand streets of shoe box semis
Its a nightmare livin' in one o'these
We never dreamed it would end up like this
This housing estate just takin' the piss

Livin' on newt on hall

Livin' on newt on hall

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