1. Headmaster ritual.
Belligerent ghouls run Manchester schools, spineless swines, cemented minds. Sir leads the troops, jealous of youth, same old suit since 1962. He does the military two-step down the nape of my neck. I wanna go home, I don't wanna stay. Give up education as a bad mistake.
Mid-week on the playing fields, sir thwacks you on the knees. Knees you in the groin, elbow in the face bruises bigger than dinner plates. I wanna go home, I don't wanna stay, da-da-da ...
Belligerent ghouls run Manchester schools, spineless bastards all. Sir leads the troops, jealous of youth, same old jokes since 1902. He does the military two-step down the nape of my neck. I wanna go home, I don't want to stay. Give up life as a bad mistake.
Please excuse me from gym, I've got this terrible cold coming on. He grabs and devours, he kicks me in the showers, kicks me in the showers and he grabs and devours. I want to go home, I don't want to stay, da-da-da …
2. Rusholme ruffians.
The last night of the fair by the big wheel generator a boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed, and the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine. She is famous, she is funny. An engagement ring doesn't mean a thing to a mind consumed by brass (money). And though I walk home alone, I might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout.
The last night of the fair from a seat on a whirling waltzer, her skirt ascends for a watching eye, it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side), from a seat on a whirling waltzer, her skirt ascends for a watching eye, it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side). And though I walk home alone, I might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout.
Then someone falls in love, and someone's beaten up, someone's beaten up and the senses being dulled are mine, and someone falls in love, and someone's beaten up and the senses being dulled are mine. And though I walk home alone, I might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout.
This is the last night of the fair and the grease in the hair of a speedway operator is all a tremulous heart requires. A schoolgirl is denied, she said: "How quickly would I die if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
This is the last night of the fair and the grease in the hair of a speedway operator is all a tremulous heart requires. A schoolgirl is denied, she said: "How quickly would I die if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen, this means you really love me. Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen, this means you really love me. And though I walk home alone, I just might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout, I might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout. I might walk home alone but my faith in love is still devout.
3. I want the one I can't have.
On the day that your mentality decides to try to catch up with your biology. Come round 'cause I want the one I can't have and it's driving me mad, it's all over, all over, all over my face. On the day that your mentality catches up with your biology. I want the one I can't have and it's driving me mad, it's all over, all over, all over my face.
A double bed and a stalwart lover for sure, these are the riches of the poor. A double bed and a stalwart lover for sure, these are the riches of the poor. And I want the one I can't have and it's driving me mad, it's all over, all over my face.
A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails, raised on prisoner's aid, he killed a policeman when he was thirteen. And somehow that really impressed me, and it's written all over my face. Oh, these are the riches of the poor, these are the riches of the poor. I want the one I can't have and it's driving me mad, it's written all over my face.
On the day that your mentality catches up with your biology. And if you ever need self-validation just meet me in the alley by the railway station, it's all over my face.
4. What she said.
What she said: "How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead and decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready !". What she said was sad but then, all the rejection she's had to pretend to be happy could only be idiocy. What she said was not for the job or lover that she never had.
What she read, all heady books, she'd sit and prophesise, it took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead to really really open her eyes. What she read, all heady books, she'd sit and prophesise, it took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead to really really open her eyes.
What she said: "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something!”. What she said: "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something!”.
5. That joke isn't funny anymore.
Park the car at the side of the road, you should know time's tide will smother you, and I will too. When you laugh about people who feel so very lonely, their only desire is to die. Well, I'm afraid, it doesn't make me smile, I wish I could laugh but that joke isn't funny anymore. It's too close to home and it's too near the bone, it's too close to home and it's too near the bone, more than you'll ever know.
Kick them when they fall down, kick them when they fall down. You kick them when they fall down, kick them when they fall down. You kick them when they fall down, kick them when they fall down. You kick them when they fall down, kick them when they fall down.
It was dark as I drove the point home and on cold leather seats, well, it suddenly struck me. I just might die with a smile on my face after all.
I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine. I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine. I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine. I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine. I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine, happening in mine, happening in mine, happening in mine, happening in mine…
6. How soon is now.
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.
There's a club, if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you. So you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry and you want to die.
When you say it's gonna happen now, well, when exactly do you mean? See I've already waited too long and all my hope is gone. You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.
7. Nowhere fast.
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world, I am a man of means, of slender means, each household appliance is like a new science in my town. And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion, I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean. And when a train goes by it's such a sad sound, no, it's such a sad thing.
I'd like to drop my trousers to the Queen, every sensible child will know what this means. The poor and the needy are selfish and greedy on her terms. And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion, I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean. And when a train goes by it's such a sad sound, no, it's such a sad thing.
And when I'm lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death, ad neither one particularly appeals to me. And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion, I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie in the middle of the street and die, I'd lie down and die.
8. Well I wonder.
Well I wonder, do you hear me when you sleep? I hoarsely cry. Well I wonder, do you see me when we pass? I half die. Please keep me in mind, please keep me in mind.
Gasping, but somehow still alive, this is the fierce last stand of all I am. Gasping, dying, but somehow still alive, this is the final stand of all I am. Please keep me in mind.
Well I wonder, well I wonder. Please keep me in mind, keep me in mind, keep me in mind.
9. Barbarism begins at home.
Unruly boys who will not grow up must be taken in hand, unruly girls who will not settle down, they must be taken in hand. A crack on the head is what you get for not asking and a crack on the head is what you get for asking.
Unruly boys who will not grow up must be taken in hand, unruly girls who will not settle down, they must be taken in hand. A crack on the head is what you get for not asking and a crack on the head is what you get for asking.
No, a crack on the head is what you get for not asking and a crack on the head is what you get for asking. A crack on the head is just what you get, (Why?) because of who you are. And a crack on the head is just what you get (Why?) because of what you are! A crack on the head because of those things you said, things you said, the things you did.
Unruly boys who will not grow must be taken in hand, unruly girls who will not grow they must be taken in hand. Ah, no…
10. Meat is murder.
Heifer whines could be human cries, closer comes the screaming knife. This beautiful creature must die, this beautiful creature must die, a death for no reason and death for no reason is murder. And the flesh you so fancifully fry is not succulent, tasty or kind, it's death for no reason and death for no reason is murder.
And the calf that you carve with a smile is murder, and the turkey you festively slice is murder, do you know how animals die?
Kitchen aromas aren't very homely, it's not comforting, cheery or kind. It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder. It's not natural, normal or kind, the flesh you so fancifully fry. The meat in your mouth as you savour the flavor of murder.
No, no, no, it’s murder. No, no, no, it’s murder, and who hears when animals cry?
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