Morrissey

Alsatian cousin

The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the price
Very closely

Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass


You'll never believe me, so
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes


Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say :
"Long may it last"


Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes


Don't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do YOU do ?
Well ... you just SIT THERE
I've been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don't have any skin
But that's just the way it goes

Angel, angel, down we go together

Angel, Angel
Don't take your life tonight
I know they take
And that they take in turn
And they give you nothing real
For yourself in return

But when they've used you
And they've broken you
And they've wasted all your money
And cast your shell aside

And when they've bought you
And they've sold you
And they've billed you for the pleasure
And they've made your parents cry
I will be here
OH, BELIEVE ME
I will be here
...believe me

Angel, don't take your life
Some people have got no pride
They do not understand
The Urgency of life
But I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than lifeMorrissey Lyrics Index

Bengali in platforms

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
No no no
He does not want to depress you
Oh no no no no no
He only wants to impress you
Oh..

Bengali in platforms
He only wants to embrace your culture
And to be your friend forever
Forever

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
Oh, shelve your Western plans
And understand
That life is hard enough when you belong here

A silver-studded rim that glistens
And an ankle-star that ... blinds me
A lemon sole so very high
Which only reminds me; to tell you
Break the news gently
Break the news to him gently
"Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them"

Bengali, Bengali
It's the touchy march of time that binds you
Don't blame me
Don't hate me
Just because I'm the one to tell you

That life is hard enough when you belong here
That life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
'Cause life is hard enough when you belong
Life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
Oh...
Shelve your best friends
'Cause life is hard when you belong here
Oh...
Life is hard enough when you belongMorrissey Lyrics Index

Break up the family

The strange logic in your clumsiest line
(It stayed, it stayed) it stayed emblazoned on my mind
You say, break up the family
And let's begin to live our lives

I want to see all my friends tonight
It wasn't Youth, it wasn't Life
Born Old, sadly wise
Resigned (well, we were)
To ending our lives
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those awful times
I want to see all my friends tonight


Yes, you found love, but you weren't
At peace with your life
Home late, full of hate
Despise the ties that bind
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those younger years
I'm in love for the first time
And I don't feel bad


Let me see all my old friends
Let me put my arms around them
Cause I really do love them
Now does that sound mad ?
Captain of games, solid framed
I stood on the touchline
Hailstones, driven home
In a car - no brakes ? I don't mind
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those darker years
Oh, I'm in love for the first time
And I don't feel bad
So wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
So wish me luck again
Goodbye
Wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
Mmm... wish me luck, my friends
Goodbye
Ahh...
Ahh...

Dial-A-Cliché

Further into the fog I fall
Well, I was just
Following you!
When you said :

"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"
(Dial-A-Cliché)
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(Dial-A-Cliché)
Dial-A-Cliché
Dial-A-Cliché

But the person underneath
Where does he go ?
Does he slide by the wayside ?
Or ... does he just die ?

And you find that you've organized
Your feelings, for people
Who didn't like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say :

"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"
(Dial-A-Cliché)
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(Dial-A-Cliché)
"The Safe way is the only way !
There's always time to change, son !"
I've changed
But I'm in pain !
Dial-A-ClichéMorrissey Lyrics Index

Everyday is like sunday

Our unsleepable friend
Gets the message on an ill wind
"All your friends and your foes
Would rather die than have to touch you"
TO SAY THE LEAST: I'm truly disappointed

Truly, truly, truly, oh...
Drank too much
And I said too much
And there's nowhere to go - but Down


Young boy - I wanna help you
SEE THESE LINES ? : Truly disappointed


Truly, truly, truly, oh...
Don't talk to me, no
About people who are "nice"
'Cause I have spent my WHOLE LIFE
in RUINS
Because of people who are "nice"
Oh, this world may lack Style, I know
Each bud must blossom and grow, oh...


Young girl, one day you will be old
But the thing is, I love you NOW
Mmm ...


This is the last song I will ever sing (Yeah!)
No: I've changed my mind again (Aaw...)


GOODNIGHT


AND THANKYOU

Hairdresser on fire

Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?

Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I've got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(Or, it could save my life)


Oh, here is London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy


Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)


Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
"I'm gonna sue you"
Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...


So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy


Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square


And you're just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)

LITTLE MAN, WHAT NOW ?

Winter coming
Winter push on
(push on)
Oh, winter push on

Winter is so long
Winter moves on


The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, goodbye stairs
I was born here
And I was raised here, and
...I took some stick here


Love at first sight
It may sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list the detail
Of everything you ever wore or said
Or how you stood the day
As we spent the last night
On Maudlin Street
"Goodbye house, forever!"
I never stole a happy hour
Around here


Where the world's ugliest boy
Became what you see
Here I am - the ugliest man
Oh, the last night on Maudlin Street
Truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you


When I sleep
With that picture of you framed beside my bed
Oh, it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room, by the bed
(...yes, I told you it was silly...)


And I know
I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh, truly I love you
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But, you know
No-one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches
All around my head


Oh, the last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
So he drove me home in the Van
Complaining, "Women only like me for my mind..."
Don't leave your torch behind
A powercut ahead; 1972, you know


And so we crept through the park
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline
For you
But you ... without clothes
Oh, I could not keep a straight face
Me - without clothes ?
Well, a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed


I am moving house
A half-life disappears today
With "every hand waves me on"
(secretly wishing me gone)
Well, I will be soon
Ooh, I will be soon
I will be soon
I will be soon
Will be soon, I will be soon
Mmm ... I will be soon, I will be soon


There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away in a police car
Inspector - don't you know ?
Don't you care ?
Don't you know - about Love ?


Your gran died
And your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain, and ashamed
With never time to say
those special things ... oh
I took the key from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar !
Oh, oh, truly I love you
Oh, wherever you are
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
I hope you're singing now
Oh, I do hope
I hope you're singing now
Oh ...

Margaret on the guillotine

An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(but they couldn't name you)
Though the panel were very polite to you

Oh, but I remembered you
Friday nights, 1969
ATV - you murdered every line
Too old to be a child star
Too young to take leads
Four seasons passed
And they AXED you


Nervous juvenile
(WON'T SMILE!)
What became of you ?
Did that swift eclipse
Torture you ?


A star at eighteen
And then - suddenly gone
Down to a few lines
In the back page
Of a faded annual
Oh, but I remembered you
I remembered you

The ordinary boys

Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing
Happy being no-one but themselves
Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes
Who think it's very clever to be cruel to you

For you were so different
You stood all alone
And you knew
That it had to be so
Avoiding ordinary boys
Happy going nowhere, just around here
In their rattling cars


Ordinary girls
Never seeing further
Than the cold, small streets
That trap them
But you were so different
You had to say no
When those empty fools
Tried to change you, and claim you
For the lair of their ordinary world


Where they feel so lucky
So lucky, so lucky
With their lives laid out before them
They are lucky
So lucky, so lucky
So lucky, so ...

Suedehead

Why do you come here ?
And why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? (Hmm...)
And why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"It was just to see, just to see"
(All the things you knew I'd written about you...)
Oh, so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened now

Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay
It was a good layMorrissey Lyrics Index

He knows i'd love to see him

How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third
And there is no style, but I say owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh deep in my heart I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart I know I am not
And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
Without my contribution
So I sit, and I smile, and I say owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Page after page of sniping rage
An English singe or an American tinge
oThere's a publisher,@ she said in the new year
oIt's never in this year@
I do think this but I can't admit it
To the Girl Least Likely To
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as I am again
And the Scales of Justice sway one way
In the rooms of those least likely to
Oh deep in my heart how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
>From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
And I sit, and I smile and I say owell done@
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh one more song about The Queen
Or standing around the shops with Bees
oBut somebody's got to make it!@ she screams
oSo why why can't it be me?@
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt
So how many times will I shed a tear
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit in support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing I can say
So chucking and churning and turning the knife
On everything, except your own life
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation it drains me
If only there could be a way
There is a different mood all over the world
[A different tune on familiar views
And Guiness that could all be for you]
So will you come down and I'll meet you
With no more poems, with nothing to hit
Oh darling, it's all for you...

Interesting drug

There are some bad people on the rise
There are some bad people on the rise
They're saving their own skins by
Ruining other people's lives
Bad, bad people on the rise
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?

On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
TELL THE TRUTH - IT REALLY HELPED YOU
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why we're only half-ashamed ?


"Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? CAN you blame us ? "


On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
TELL THE TRUTH - IT REALLY HELPED YOU
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why we're only half-ashamed ?


"Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? CAN you blame us ? "

The last of the famous international playboys

Dear hero imprisoned
with all the new crimes that you are perfecting
oh I can't help quoting you
cuz everything that you say rings true
And now in my cell well I followed you
and here's a list of who I slew
Rggie Kray- do you know my name?
please don't say you don't- please say you do

I am the last of the famous... international playboys
international playboys
the last of the famous...
international playboys

And in my cell well I loved you
and every man has a job to do
Ronnie Kray- do you know my face?
please say you do- please say you don't

I am the last of the famous...
international playboys
the last of the famous...
international playboys

In our lifetime those who kill
the newsworld hands them stardom
and these are the ways upon which i raised
these are the ways upon which I was raised
these are the ways oh,
I never wanted to kill, I am not naturally evil
Such things I do just to make myself more attractive to you
Have I failed?
Oh, no, yeah... no no yeah yeah...

I am the last of the famous international playboys
international playboys
the last of the famous...
international playboys

November spawned a monster


Sleep on and dream of Love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me"
A frame of useless limbs
What can make GOOD
All the BAD that's been done ?


And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?)


Oh, poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her


A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must PAUSE and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest
You will get to love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put OUT of my mind


Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.

Ouija board, ouija board

Sleep on and dream of Love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me"
A frame of useless limbs
What can make GOOD
All the BAD that's been done ?


And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?)


Oh, poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her


A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must PAUSE and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest
You will get to love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put OUT of my mind


Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.

Piccadilly palare

Ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to say Hello
To an old friend

Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to get through
To a good friend
Well, she has now gone
From this Unhappy Planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it


Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you help me ?
Because I still do feel
So horribly lonely


Would you, ouija board
Would you, ouija board
Would you help me ?
And I just can't find
My place in this world


She has now gone
From this Unhappy Planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it


Oh hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Oh hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Hear my voice ("hear my voice")
The table is rumbling ...
The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
"No, I was NOT pushing that time"
It spells : S.T.E.V.E.N


The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
"No, I was NOT pushing that time" :
P.U.S.H.O. double F.


Well, she has now gone
From this Unhappy Planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it

Such a little thing makes such a big difference

Off the rails I was and
Off the rails
I was happy to stay
GET OUT OF MY WAY
On the rack I was
Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy
A reasonably good buy

The Piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
"So Bona to Vada. OH YOU
Your lovely eek and
Your lovely riah"


We plied an ancient trade
Where we threw all life's
Instructions away
Exchanging lies and digs (my way)
Cause in a belted coat
Oh, I secretly knew
That I hadn't a clue


(No, no. No, no, no. You can't get there that way. Follow me...)


The Piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
Exchanging palare
You wouldn't understand
Good sons like you
NEVER DO.


So why do you smile
When you think about Earl's Court ?
But you cry when you think of all
The battles you've fought (and lost) ?
It may all end tomorrow
Or it could go on forever
In which case I'm doomed
It could go on forever
In which case I'm doomed


Bona Drag ...

Yes, i am blind

Yes, I am blind
No, I can't see
The good things
Just the bad things, oh...

Yes, I am blind
No, I can't see
There must be something
Horribly wrong with me ?


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Love's young dream
I'm the one who shopped you
I'm the one who stopped you
'Cause in my sorry way I love you
Love's young dream
Are you sorry
For what you've done ?
Well, you're not the only one
And in my sorry way I love you


Yes, I am blind
But I do see
Evil people prosper
Over the likes of you and me
ALWAYS


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Little lamb
On a hill
Run fast if you can
Good Christians, they want to kill you
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
Oh, your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like, just like me
And your life has not even begun !

Asian rut

Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Ooh Asian boy
What are you on ?
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Oh Asian boy
What are drugs are you on ?

Oh... strange


Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to take revenge
For the cruel, cold killing
Of his very best friend
Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to avenge
The cruel, cold killing
Of his only friend


Ha! La, la, la, oh ...


There's peace through our school
It's so quiet in the hall
It's a strange sign for one
Of what's to come
Tough and cold and pale
Oh, they may just impale you on railings
Oh, English boys
It must be wrong
Three against one ?


Oh ...


Brakes slammed, and
His gun jammed, and
As far as I could tell
Brave Asian boy
Was dealt a blow and fell


I'm just passing through here
On my way to somewhere civilised
And maybe I'll even arrive
Maybe I'll even arrive

Driving your girlfriend home

Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Ooh Asian boy
What are you on ?
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Oh Asian boy
What are drugs are you on ?

Oh... strange


Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to take revenge
For the cruel, cold killing
Of his very best friend
Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to avenge
The cruel, cold killing
Of his only friend


Ha! La, la, la, oh ...


There's peace through our school
It's so quiet in the hall
It's a strange sign for one
Of what's to come
Tough and cold and pale
Oh, they may just impale you on railings
Oh, English boys
It must be wrong
Three against one ?


Oh ...


Brakes slammed, and
His gun jammed, and
As far as I could tell
Brave Asian boy
Was dealt a blow and fell


I'm just passing through here
On my way to somewhere civilised
And maybe I'll even arrive
Maybe I'll even arrive

Found found found

Found found found
Found found found
Someone who's worth it
In this murkiness
Someone who's never
Seeming scheming
I've ...
Found found found
Found found found
Someone who's worth it
In this murkiness
Someone who's never
Seeming to be scheming

(Oh, but if I'd never found)
(Oh, but if I'd never found)
Oh, but if I'd never found


I do believe that
The more you give your love
And I do believe that
The more you give your trust
The more you give your trust
And the more you give your love
The more you're bound to lose
The more you're bound to lose


(Oh, but if I'd never found)
(Oh, but if I'd never found)
Somebody who wants to be
Who wants to be with me ...
...All the time

The harsh truth of the camera eye

Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme
Many others do
Why don't you ?
Do you want to ?
Oh...
Sing your life
Walk right up to the microphone
And name
All the things you love
All the things that you loathe

Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
Oh, sing your life


La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life


Others sang your life
But now is a chance to shine
And have the pleasure of
Saying what you mean
Have the pleasure of
Meaning what you sing
Oh, make no mistake my friend
All of this will end
So sing it now (sing your life)
All the things you love (sing your life)
All the things you loathe
Oh, sing your life
The things that you love
And the things you loathe (sing your life)
Oh, sing oh...
Oh, sing oh...


La, la-la, la-la, sing your life
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life


Don't leave it all unsaid
Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh
Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh
And make no mistake, my friend
Your pointless life will end
But before you go
Can you look at the truth ?
You have a lovely singing voice
A lovely singing voice
And all of those
Who sing on-key
They stole the notion
From you and me
So, sing your life (sing your life)
Sing your life (sing your life)
Oh, sing your oh...
Oh, sing your
Sing your life
Sing your life
Sing your life
Oh, sing your oh...
(Sing your life)
(Sing your life)
Sing your life
(Sing your life)

(i'm) the end of the family line

Yes, I am blind
No, I can't see
The good things
Just the bad things, oh...

Yes, I am blind
No, I can't see
There must be something
Horribly wrong with me ?


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Love's young dream
I'm the one who shopped you
I'm the one who stopped you
'Cause in my sorry way I love you
Love's young dream
Are you sorry
For what you've done ?
Well, you're not the only one
And in my sorry way I love you


Yes, I am blind
But I do see
Evil people prosper
Over the likes of you and me
ALWAYS


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Little lamb
On a hill
Run fast if you can
Good Christians, they want to kill you
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
Oh, your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like, just like me
And your life has not even begun !

King leer

Your boyfriend, he
Went down on one knee
Well, could it be
He's only got one knee ?

I tried to surprise you
With Vodka
Or Tizer
I can't quite quite remember
But you didn't thank me
You didn't even thank me
Because you never do


Your boyfriend, he
Has the gift of the gab
Or, could it be
The gift of the grab ?
I tried to surprise you
I lay down beside you
And ... nothing much happened
And you didn't phone me
You didn't even phone me
Because it's not your style
To dial


Your boyfriend, he
Has displayed to me
More than just a
Real hint of cruelty
I tried to surprise you
I crept up behind you
With a homeless chihuahua
You "coo"-ed for an hour
You handed him back and said :
"You'll never guess - I'm bored now"

Mute witness

Your poor witness
Crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, well, she's only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw

Now see her standing on the table
With her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion
In your soul for
Your mute witness
Still testing the strength
Of our patience


Oh, well she's only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw


Now see her pointing to the frisbee
With a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words
Describing the sight of last night
4 A.M. Northside, Clapham Common
Oh, god, what was she doing there ?
Will she sketch the answer later ?
Well, I will ask her


"Now dry your tears, my dear"
Now see her mime in time so nicely
It would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered
"Your taxi is here, my dear"


La, la, la-la...

Our frank

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Give me a cigarette
God give me patience
Just no more conversation
Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colours blend

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They just bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Now will you just give over ?
The world may be ending
But look, I'm only human

So, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
All over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the two colours blend, my friend
Won't somebody help ?

Won't somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
About everything
Oh, somebody
From thinking all the time
So deeply, so bleakly ?
So bleakly all the time
About everything ? (Who I am, how I ever got here)
Somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
So bleakly, so bleakly
So bleakly all the time

There's a place in hell for me and my friends

Churchillian legs
Hair barely there
Mmm, the harsh truth of the camera eye

Your eyes signal pain
Because of the strain of smiling
The harsh truth of the camera eye


Telling you all
That you never wanted to know
Showing you what
You didn't want shown


My so friendly lens
It zooms into
"The inner you"
And it tells the harsh truth
And nothing but


Laugh with us all now, here
If you can
Then take the pictures home
And scream


Oh, ooh; telling you all
That you never wanted to know
Showing what
You didn't want shown


This photographer
He must have really had it in for you


"Ooh, I don't want
To be judged anymore
I don't want to be judged
I would sooner be Loved
I would sooner be
Just blindly Loved ..."