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It's rough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
It's tough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation
Russian, Columbian and Jamaican
Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman
Indian, Chinaman down from Vietnam
And from the Caribbean an Jamaican
Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang
And the Scottish and the Englishman
They're rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game
It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Lying on my lumpy mattress
Lying on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks
And what's happening behind me
Look over my shoulder back
Bill Cole got my breakfast pack
He won't give it back
Ooooooooooh
It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game
So A wing, B wing, see wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
A wing, B wing, see wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
Because it's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah tough
Pentonville rough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
It's tough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation
Russian, Columbian and Jamaican
Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman
Indian, Chinaman down from Vietnam
And from the Caribbean an Jamaican
Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang
And the Scottish and the Englishman
They're rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game
It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Lying on my lumpy mattress
Lying on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks
And what's happening behind me
Look over my shoulder back
Bill Cole got my breakfast pack
He won't give it back
Ooooooooooh
It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now
Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game
So A wing, B wing, see wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
A wing, B wing, see wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
Because it's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah tough
Pentonville rough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
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i can for max 30 secs but it does my head in!!
one of the missing is right at the beginning, and it sounds like pete sings the first two lines, and then the other guy takes it
did you seriously think that was doherty singing with a fake jamaican accent? it sounds nothing like him. =/
in an interview i watched on youtube with pete /and/ the guy who wrote the lyrics to this song, pete said he heard him singing it in his jail cell and that's how they met. he just put music to the words~ (though i guess he might have just been making shit up. regardless, i know it's not him doing the jamaican accented vocals.)
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i think all you guys should try opening your minds a little. i am happy with the "down in albion" album, i think maybe it's a little more experimental than the libertines were. though i know it's considered blasphemy to like them better than the libs, i honestly listen to this album more than theirs.
I read the main part's sung by Pete's cell mate in Pentonville prison. And I'm guessing he's genuinely got that accent. If it's fake then it's a bloody good fake.
Fake Jamaican accent? Not cool.
Shame, 'cause it'd be a cool song without the whole massive fakeness.