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| | |(On this glorious occasion of the splendid defeat) | ||
I wanna start from before the beginning | |||
Loot wine: | |||
"Be mine, and | |||
Then let's stay out for the night" | |||
Ride via Parkside | |||
Semi-perilous lives | |||
Jeer the lights in the windows | |||
Of all safe and stable homes | |||
(But wondering then, well, | |||
What could peace of mind be like?) | |||
Anyway, do you want to hear our story, or not? | |||
As the Fulham Road lights | |||
Stretch and invite into the night | |||
From a Stevenage overspill | |||
We'd kill to live around | |||
SW6 - with someone like you | |||
Keep thieves' hours with someone like you | |||
...As long as it slides | |||
You stalk the house | |||
In a low-cut blouse: | |||
"Oh Christ, another stifled | |||
Friday night!" | |||
And the Fulham Road lights | |||
Stretch and invite into the night | |||
Well, I was fifteen | |||
What could I know? | |||
When the gulf between | |||
All the things I need and the things I receive | |||
Is an ancient ocean wide - wild, lost, uncrossed | |||
Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you | |||
You do all that you do because it's all you can do | |||
Well, I was fifteen | |||
Where could I go? | |||
With a soul full of loathing | |||
For stinging bureaucracy | |||
Making it anything other than easy | |||
For working girls like me | |||
With my hands on my head | |||
I'll flop on your bed | |||
With a head full of dread | |||
For all I've ever said | |||
Maladjusted, maladjusted | |||
Maladjusted, maladjusted | |||
Never to be trusted | |||
Oh, never to be trusted | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
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Lyrics
(On this glorious occasion of the splendid defeat)
I wanna start from before the beginning Loot wine: "Be mine, and Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside Semi-perilous lives Jeer the lights in the windows Of all safe and stable homes (But wondering then, well, What could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway, do you want to hear our story, or not?
As the Fulham Road lights Stretch and invite into the night From a Stevenage overspill We'd kill to live around SW6 - with someone like you Keep thieves' hours with someone like you ...As long as it slides
You stalk the house In a low-cut blouse: "Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!" And the Fulham Road lights Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen What could I know? When the gulf between All the things I need and the things I receive Is an ancient ocean wide - wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you You do all that you do because it's all you can do Well, I was fifteen Where could I go? With a soul full of loathing For stinging bureaucracy Making it anything other than easy For working girls like me
With my hands on my head I'll flop on your bed With a head full of dread For all I've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted Maladjusted, maladjusted Never to be trusted Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you
Personnel
- Morrissey - Vocals
- Alain Whyte - Guitars, backing vocals
- Boz Boorer - Guitars
- Jonny Bridgwood - Bass guitar
- Spencer Cobrin - Drums
- Producer - Steve Lillywhite
- Engineer - Danton Supple
- Assistant Engineer - Alex Black
- Mastered - Stephen Marcussen
- Digital Editing - Ron Boustead
- Photography - Rankin
- Art co-ordination - Louis Marino