This old bloke pushes t'other old bloke in a wheelchair

Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking

Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything:

What it takes and never gives back. The load.

 

With wheels of fire and halos running all amuck

These two desperados meander along past

The pound shops and the bookies and the booze 24/7ers

They know all these places very well. Too well.

 

Dave pushes Jim through the kebab litter

Outside Hope’s old A & E, past the smokers,

Through the entrance, towards the woman,

They’ve come to see. Their mum.

 

 

PS the 'dirty ol'town' is not Dublin but Salford - we can't let the Irish have all the best songs