"Southpaw Grammar": album, 1995, Morrissey
THE TEACHERS ARE AFRAID OF THE PUPILS
There's too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirit's on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that they're listening
Well, you've got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think it's essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief...
Say the wrong word to our children ...
We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
Lay a hand on our children
And it's never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief...
I'm very glad this thing has come
Sometimes I'm so glad
Never bother to play the tunes
I've seen it coming for dear life
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You don't know a thing about
their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you are my side-by-side
Reader, meet Author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says : "No-one ever sees me when I cry"
You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away, because you're that type
And the Year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?
So safely with your software; all miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voices, and you start to imagine
things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies
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He's just too good-natured
and
He's got too much money and
He's got too many girlfriends
I'm jealous, that's all
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer, Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer, Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
He's got many girlfriends
He thinks he owns this city
He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer, Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer, Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
Stood at the urinal
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
And I'm gonna ... kill him !
Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no !Oh ....
Boy racer Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing...
He's just too good-looking, and, And, and ...
Boy racer Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing...
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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
Ooh, ooh ... 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
Ooh, ooh ... Ever since
You don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
What the hell have
They stuck into you ?
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Head in the clouds, and a
mouthful of pie
Head in a blouse, everybody loves him
I see why
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave, Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave, Oh, Dagenham Dave
"I love Karen, I love Sharon" on the windowscreen
With never the need to fight or to question a single thing
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave ...
He'd love to touch, he's afraid that he might self-combust
I could say more, but you get the general idea
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham, Dagenham Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave ...
Oh, Dave, oh, Dagenham, dagenham, Oh, Dave, oh, Dave, ...
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Compare the best of their
days
With the worst of your days
You won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day
Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress
Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh
Do your best and don't ...
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I turn the music down; and I
don't know why, this is my house
I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out, No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out, No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out, No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
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You were a boy before you
became a man
I don't see the joy
And you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around and they were gone
Again ...
A sick boy should be treated
So easily defeated
Oh, I just don't understand
So you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around
You were alone
Again ...
And you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
And now, there is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
There is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is feeling all alone
Oh, there is something that you should know
Help me, help me, help me ...
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22 May 1998