Transmetropolitan
The Pogues Lyrics


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In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

Going transmetropolitan
From the dear old streets of King's Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight

From Brixton's lovely boulevards
To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the whores
There's leechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when we've done those bastards in
We'll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight

From a 5 pound bet in William Hills
To a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys
It's all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight

This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time
And we'll be here 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down
In the summer of the year

Going transmetropolitan
From Arlington House with a 2 bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan




We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight

Overall Meaning

The Pogues' song Transmetropolitan is an ode to the life and times of a group of friends looking for adventure and amusement in the streets of London. The lyrics paint a picture of a rowdy and rebellious group of individuals who seemingly have nothing to lose and everything to gain by experiencing all the city has to offer. The opening lines already set the tone for a carefree atmosphere: "In the rosy parks of England / We'll sit and have a drink / Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think". The following verses then go on to describe their journey from King's Cross to ICA, from Brixton to Hammersmith, and from Soho to Mill Lane, painting a vivid portrait of their transmetropolitan adventures.


The lyrics are full of references to the seedy underbelly of London's nightlife, with mentions of drinking cheap alcohol, visiting sex shops, and getting into fights with the authorities. The chorus repeats the phrase "Going transmetropolitan" as a sort of rallying cry for the group to continue on their wild journey, even when it means staying out all night and committing acts of vandalism. The final verse even hints at a desire to burn the city down: "And burn this bloody city down / In the summer of the year".


Overall, the song Transmetropolitan captures the spirit of youthful rebellion and adventure, set against the backdrop of a gritty and chaotic city. The lyrics are full of slang and references to specific locations, giving the song a distinctly British feel. Yet, the themes of resistance to authority and a desire to break free from societal norms are universal, making this song relatable to anyone who has ever yearned for a little bit of excitement in their lives.


Line by Line Meaning

In the rosy parks of England
We will sit in the beautiful gardens of England


We'll sit and have a drink
We'll enjoy some alcoholic beverages


Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
We'll drink VP wine and cider until we're extremely intoxicated


And we'll go where the spirits take us
We'll let our drunkenness guide us


To heaven or to hell
We'll end up in either a good or bad situation


And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well
We'll cause chaos and revel in the destruction of the town we love


From the dear old streets of King's Cross
Starting from the familiar and nostalgic streets of King's Cross


To the doors of the ICA
We'll venture to the Institute of Contemporary Arts


We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
We'll consume low-quality alcohol and cause trouble


And I'm not going home tonight
I won't return home tonight


To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll go to Hammersmith's attractive riverfront


We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs
We'll intimidate the effeminate men at the Camden Palace club


And worry all the whores
We'll cause concern for the prostitutes


There's leechers up in Whitehall
There are corrupt and greedy people in Whitehall


And queers in the GLC
There are homosexuals in the Greater London Council


And when we've done those bastards in
When we've taken care of those unsavory characters


We'll storm the BBC
We'll forcefully enter the British Broadcasting Corporation


From a 5 pound bet in William Hills
Starting from a small bet at William Hill bookmakers


To a Soho sex-shop dream
We'll visit a sex shop in Soho


From a fried egg in Valtaro's
Starting with a simple egg dish at Valtaro's diner


To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
Ending with ice cream from Tottenham Court Road


We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
We'll vomit, stumble, get arrested and use drugs


On the way we'll kill and maim
We'll harm others during our journey


When you haven't got a penny, boys
When you're broke, boys


It's all the bloody same
Nothing really matters


This town has done us dirty
The town has treated us badly


This town has bled us dry
The town has taken everything from us


We've been here for a long time
We've spent plenty of time here


And we'll be here 'til we die
We'll be here until we die


So we'll finish off the leavings
We'll use up the remaining drugs, alcohol, and other vices


Of blood and glue and beer
Consuming drugs, alcohol and glue


And burn this bloody city down
We'll set fire to the entire city


In the summer of the year
During the summer


From Arlington House with a 2 bob bit
Starting from Arlington House with a small amount of money


To the Scottish shores today
Venturing all the way to Scottish shores today




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SHANE PATRICK LYSAGHT MACGOWAN

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