Told myself I wouldn't live around here 
After all that'd happened here 
But after all the rent's not dear 
With a friend of a friend of a friend so dear 

There's the table where we wrote the play 
The greatest play never made 
story of a heist and a getaway 
But the parts we played anyway 

We built our bridges in this part of town 
In this part of town we burnt them down 
Who'd of thought we'd meet here now 
At the Anchor and the Crown 

The nick in the wall where they missed my head 
They wanted us out, they wanted us dead 
I grabbed your arm, you kicked my legs 
And we laughed about it when we fell in bed 

I saw my guitar in the hock shop 
After you said we had been robbed 
I had a little word to the pawn-broker 
And he had a little word about your eye-liner 

We built our bridges in this part of town 
In this part of town we burnt them down 
Who'd of thought we'd meet here now 
At the Anchor and the Crown 

Must I concede it was my fault too 
All those things I had you do 
While I sat and sank one or two 
At the back bar of the Crown 

I recall our last words spoken 
"Wait here with the [bad word] #33;" 
The words I'd planned to spit in your face 
But bloody [bad word] its good to see you again 

We built or bridges in this part of town 
In this part of town we burnt them down 
Who'd of thought we'd meet here now 
At the Anchor and the Crown 

Made our plans in January 
All went down in [bad word] 
Sat around March and April 
May, June, July too 
Doing time August, September 
Nevermind October, November 
Drinking house wine in December 
At the Anchor and the Crown