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As for those who don't know..here's the lyrics...

Mile End by Pulp

We didn't have no where to live
We didn't have no where to go
'Til someone said:
"I know this place off Burditt Road"
It was on the fifteenth floor
It had a board across the door
It took an hour
To pry it off and get inside
It smelt as if someone had died
The living-room was full of flies
The kitchen sink was blocked
The bathroom sink not there at all
Ooh, it's a mess alright,
Yes it's Mile End!

And now we're living in the sky!
I'd never thought I'd live so high,
Just like Heaven (if it didn't look like Hell!)
The lift is always full of piss,
The fifth floor landing smells of fish
(Not just on Friday, every single other day)
Below the kids come out tonight,
They kick a ball and have a fight
And maybe shoot somebody if they lose at pool
Ooh, it's a mess alright,
Yes it's Mile End!

Nobody wants to be your friend
'Cause you're not from round here,
As if that was something to be proud about!
The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs
Feels up children in the bogs
Down by the playing fields
Someone sets a car on fire
I guess you have to go right down
Before you understand just how,
How low, how low a human being can go!
Ooh, it's a mess alright,
Yes it's Mile End!


Now if that ain't a folk song, what is?