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[[File:Southpawgrammar.jpg | thumb | right | Cover art]] {{Songbox | Name = The Operation | Album = [[Southpaw Grammar]] | Length = 6:52 | Writer = [[Writer::Morrissey]] / [[Writer::Alain Whyte]] | Producer = [[Producer::Steve Lillywhite]] | Recorded = Spring 1995 | Release = August 1995 | ArtistType = Morrissey }} [[Category:Morrissey Lyrics]] ==Information== Alain Whyte, via the [https://www.morrissey-solo.com/threads/alain-whyte-southpaw-grammar-listening-party-via-twitter-8pm-uk-time-may-10-2020.146408/post-1987286879 Southpaw Grammar Twitter Listening Party] (May 10, 2020), stated: <blockquote> "Operation: Morrissey wanted drums like The Who's Let It Rock. Spencer's finest moment." </blockquote> == Lyrics == <poem> 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? </poem> {{CommonSongSections | Artist = Morrissey | Song = {{#replace:{{#replace:{{PAGENAME}}| (single)|}}| (song)|}}}}
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