The Operation
| MORRISSEY Song | |
|---|---|
| Name | The Operation |
| Album/Single | Southpaw Grammar |
| Length | : |
| Recorded | |
| Writer | Morrissey/Whyte |
| Producer | Steve Lillywhite |
Information
Lyrics
You fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand Everyone I know is sick to death of you
With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying Everyone I know is sick to death of you
Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same - No way - You say clever things and you never used to
You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice Everyone here is sick to the back teeth of you
With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying Everyone here is sick to the tattoo of you
Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same - No way - You say pleasant things and there is no need to
Still, you fight with your right hand And caress with your left hand
Sad to say how once I was in love with you Sad to say...
You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice
Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same - No way - What the Hell have they stuck into you?
Personnel
- Morrissey - Vocals
- Alain Whyte - Guitars, backing vocals
- Boz Boorer - Guitars, bass guitar
- Jonny Bridgwood - Bass guitar
- Spencer Cobrin - Drums
- Producer - Steve Lillywhite
- Engineer - Danton Supple
- Assistant Engineer - Tom Elmhirst
- Mastering - Tim Young
- Layout - Laurence Stevens
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