In the head at islington
You sing to [?]
Or they [?] you ignore
You sing and you scream
Not like a human being
And beer crates and chip [?]

P.A's off dead
The piano unfed
But they're stomping on the floor
The air's thick with smoke
My accordion's broke
They're dancing and shouting for more

Every night, there is a fight
They're fighting on the dance floor
You're in for a bruising
If you are losing
The punches raining by the score

Sing with a shot
And [?]
I sing, you are my whore
The [?] abusing
The cheering and stomping
On the dance floor

They're selling lots of beer
The crowd, they'd cheer
And they shout for more
This one thing we're crap
My head wants to smash
But the crowd, they do adore

The crowd, they do adore
The crowd, they do adore
The crowd, they do
The crowd, they do
The crowd, they do adore