Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr I left the North I travelled South I found a tiny house And I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never do it again And of course
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Is it wrong to want to live on your own ? No, it's not wrong - but I must know How can someone so young
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Learn to love me Assemble the ways Now, today, tomorrow and always My only weakness is a list of crime
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail Six long years On your trail Call me
stepped Oh, the alcoholic afternoons When we sat in your room They meant more to me Than any, than any living thing on earth They had more worth Than
the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb That will bring us together If it's not Love Then it's the Bomb Then it's the Bomb
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour But heaven knows I'm miserable now I was looking for a job
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Young bones groan And the rocks below say : "Throw your skinny body down, son !" But I'm going to meet
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr If you're wondering why All the love that you long for eludes you And people are rude and cruel to you
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Good times for a change See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad So please please please
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr In a river the colour of lead Immerse the baby's head Wrap her up in the News Of The World Dump her
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I'm tired and I I want to go to bed Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep
don't have much in my life But take it - it's yours Oh ... I know I'm unloveable You don't have to tell me Oh, message received Loud and clear Loud
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr I would rather not go Back to the old house I would rather not go Back to the old house There's too
Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr A sad fact widely known The most impassionate song To a lonely soul Is so easily outgrown But don't
