World Peace Is None Of Your Business
World peace is none of your business
You must not tamper with arrangements
Work hard and sweetly pay your taxes
Never asking what for
Oh, you poor little fool- oh, you fool
World peace is none of your business
Police will stun you with their stun guns
Or they'll disable you with tasers
That's what government's for
Oh, you poor little fool- oh, you fool
World peace is none of your business
So would you kindly keep your nose out
The rich must profit and get richer
And the poor must stay poor
Oh, you poor little fool- oh, you fool
Each time you vote you support the process
Each time you vote you support the process
Each time you vote you support the process
Brazil and Bahrain
Oh, Egypt, Ukraine
So many people in pain
No more, you poor little fool
No more, you fool
Writer: Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V.
Neal Cassady Drops Dead
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's tears shampoo his beard
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's lips tighten and thin
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's hosed down in a barn
Neal Cassady drops dead
And Allen Ginsberg's howl becomes a growl
Everyone has babies
Babies full of rabies
Rabies full of scabies
Scarlet has a fever
Ring's
[?] full of ringworm
Angel of disdain
Poor little fella has got rubella
Liver full of fungus
Junior full of gangrene
Mine is melanoma
Tikes full of gripe.
Whippersnapper's scurvy
Urchin made of acne
Get that thing away from me
Victim, or life's adventurer
Which of the two are you?
Victim or life's adventurer
Which of the two are you?
I'm Not A Man
Don Juan
Picaresque
Wife beater vest
Cold hand
Ice man
Warring cave man
Well if this is what it takes to describe...
I'm not a man
Wheeler, dealer
Mover, shaker
Casanova
Beefaroni
A-ho but lonely
Well if this is what it takes to describe...
I'm not a man
I'm not a man
I'm something much bigger and better than
A man
Wise-ass
Smart-ass
Workaholic
Thick-skinned
Two-fisted hombre, olé
Well if these are terms you'd use to describe...
Oh, I'm shaking
Look at me I'm quaking
True grit
True blue
Kill crazy
So very manly of you
You are the soldier
Who won't get much older
You are the slow Joe
Who signed up to go
Wolf down
Wolf down
T-bone steak
Wolf down
Cancer of the prostate
Ways to sit
And of course
Ways to stand
I'm not a man
I'm not a man
No big fat locker room
Hockey jock
Laughing
I'm not a man
I'd never kill or eat an animal
And I never would destroy this planet I'm on
Well, what do you think I am?
A man?
Istanbul
When he first cried, his mother died. I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young, the father searches for the son
In Istanbul.
Give him back to me
In Istanbul.
Give me back my brown eyed son.
Moonlight jumping through the trees, sunken eyes avoiding me.
From dawn to dusk the hunt is on, the father searches for the son.
In Istanbul
Give him back to me
In Istanbul
Give me back my brown eyed son
On secret streets in disbelief, little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes stylish and glum, in amongst them you are one
Oh what have I done...
Rolling breathless off the tongue the vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine, identify the kid as mine...
Writer: Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V.
Earth Is The Loneliest Planet
Earth is the loneliest planet of all
Earth is the loneliest planet of all
Day after day you say "one day, one day"
Day after day you say "one day, one day"
But you're in the wrong place
and you've got the wrong face
And humans are not really very humane
And earth is the loneliest planet of all
Earth is the loneliest planet of all
Live with a lowness that no one else knows
Time after time you say "next time, next time"
Time after time you say "next time, next time"
But you fail as a woman
and you lose as a man
We do what we can
And earth is the cruelest place
you will never understand
But you're in the wrong skin
And the skin that you're in
Says "oh, let it begin"
And earth is the loneliest planet of all
Earth is the loneliest planet of all
Earth is the loneliest planet of all
Day after day you say "one day, one day"
Day after day you say "one day, one day"
And there's always a reason why you're refused
They always blame "you, you, you"
And there is nothing anyone can do
Writer: Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V.
Staircase At The University
March, April, May
She crammed night and day
I hadn't seen her smile in a while
March, April, May
She crammed night and day
I hadn't seen her smile in a while
Staircase at the university
She threw herself down and her head split three ways
"If you don't get three As," her sweet daddy said
You're no child of mine and as far as I'm concerned, you're dead
"If you don't get three As," her sweet daddy said
You're no child of mine and as far as I'm concerned, you're dead
Staircase at the university
She threw herself down and her head split three ways
"If you don't get three As," her lovely boyfriend said
Your shame is sure to stain the family name
"If you don't get three As," her lovely boyfriend said
Your shame is sure to stain the family name
Staircase at the university
She threw herself down and her head split three ways
Crammin', jammin', pack-em-in rammin'
Chock-a-block box, power study, polish up
And if it breaks your heart then don't come running to me
Crammin', jammin', pack-em-in rammin'
Chock-a-block box, power study, polish up
And if it breaks your heart then don't come running to me
The Bullfighter Dies
Mad in Madrid
Ill in Seville
Lonely in Barcelona
Then someone told you and you cheer
Hooray, hooray
The bullfighter dies
Hooray, hooray
The bullfighter dies
And nobody cries
Nobody cries
Because we all want the bull to survive
Gaga in Málaga
No mercy in Murcia
Mental in Valencia
Then someone tells you and you cheer
Hooray, hooray
The bullfighter dies
Hooray, hooray
The bullfighter dies
And nobody cries
Nobody cries
Because we all want the bull to survive
Writer: Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V.
Kiss Me A Lot
Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard
I don't care when or where
I just care that you're there
And that you will...
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you've kissed me
Kiss me all over again
Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard
I don't care when or where
I only care that the two of us are there
And that you, and that you will...
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you've kissed me
Kiss me all over again
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
All over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
I don't care where or when but when you've kissed me
Kiss me all over again
Smiler With Knife
See in me the side of you
That sometimes makes you jump with fright
Smiler with knife it's your big night
Sinking bed, all warm and clean
Only sadness waits for me
Smiler with knife you're just in time
You're just in time
Press the blade against my skin
Never to make love again
Smiler with knife it's alright
Surrender will I am before you
I am sick to death of life
Smiler with knife, alight
Alight
If such things weren't meant to be
Then they would never come to me
Smiler, oh, don't worry so
Slamming one shots, gentle pain
Someone calling out my name
Sex and love are not the same
Are not the same
Time has frittered long and slow
All I am and was will go
But where to and why now?
When my last breath falls away
Smiler, trust me when I say: "You'll be OK" "You'll be OK"
Kick The Bride Down The Aisle
Kick the bride down the aisle
And make no mistake
It's the best you can do for everyone's sake
Kick the bride down the aisle
And treasure the day
I know so much more than I'm willing to say
She just wants a slave
To break his back in pursuit of a living wage
So that she can laze and graze
For the rest of her days
Write down every word I say
Kick the bride down the aisle
In a mudslide of gloom
She'll order you to tidy your room
Kick the bride down the aisle
Look at that cow in the field
It knows more than your bride knows now
She just wants a slave
To break his back in pursuit of a living wage
So that she can laze and graze
For the rest of her days
Write down every word I say
You're that stretch of the beach
That the tide doesn't reach
No meaning, no reason
The lonely season
Kick the bride down the aisle
And treasure the day
Mountjoy
The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys
1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I'd feel sad to leave
You see we all lose
We all lose
What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance
We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares
Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky
Brendan Behan's laughter rings
For what he had or hadn't done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, we all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose
Oboe Concerto
Oboe concerto
All the best ones are dead
And there's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
There's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
Oboe concerto
All I do is drink to absent friends
And there's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
There's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
The older generation have tried, sighed & died
Which pushes me to their place in the queue
Round, rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Scandinavia
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
I was bored in a fjord
And I curse the heart and soul
Of Scandinavia
Let the people burn
Let their children cry and die
In blind asylums
But then you came along
And you held out your hand
And I fell in love with you
And Scandinavia
I kiss the soil
I hug the soil
I eat the soil
And I praise the God who made you
Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia
Unprotesting I'll die in Scandinavia
Pinned to a crime in Trondheim
I despise each syllable In Scandinavia
Let the people burn
Let their children cry and die
In blind asylums
But then you came along
And you held out your hand
And I fell in love with you
And Scandinavia
I kiss the soil
I hug the soil
I eat the soil
And I praise the God who made you
Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia
Unprotesting I'll die in Scandinavia
One Of Our Own
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He died saving my life
He took the lead
Aimed for my head
Such love shown I'd never known
Give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done
Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He took the plug
And he hit the rug
Such love shown I've never known
Now I don't want to know tomorrow
So, give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done
Kneeling at the stone
Of one of our own
He took a round
And he hit the ground
He took the blast
His very last
I have no use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for...
No use for...
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No...
Drag The River
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Drag the river and without her you may find a sliver
Of the one of whom you speak and whom they seek
she would gaze into the river as we'd look into a mirror
And her reflection would beckon her to
Join me join me join me join me
Happy we will be
On the coastal shore I'm sure you'd break down if you saw
And abhorrent torrent crashing as it pours
The counter current holds a secret at the rise of tides
And it swells all alone for this heart born too high
So join me join me join me join me
I'm certain I heard her cry
By the river with the soul of submersible stone
Every second of my life prepares to go
She would call into the river as she'd cry out for her mother
So stark, so haunt, deep enough for all I was
Oh join us join us join us join us
And happy we will be
Forgive Someone
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Use a weapon of words
Or a fight with your fists
But can you forgive someone?
Stand your ground and persist
And be the last one to blink
But can you forgive someone?
And if you do I'll run to you
Betray you with a word
I would slit my own throat first of all I will
The black peat of the hills
When I was still ill
See this mess and forgive someone
And then recall if you can
How all this even began
Forgive someone
And if you do I'll run to you
Betray you with a word
I would slit my own throat first of all I will
Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
Shorts and supports and faulty shower heads
At track and field we dreamt of our beds
In the bleachers you sit with your legs spread, smiling
"Here's one thing you'll never have"
Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
Julie In The Weeds
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Julie lie down in the weeds and see something new
Something new
Julie from now on all the pain of youth
It will not trouble you
It will not trouble you
North, east, south, west
No one has a clue
Nobody quite knows what to do
Julie lie down in the weeds and see
How I look at you
How I look at you
North, east, south, west
No one has a clue
Nobody quite knows what to do
There are some people
Who live in order to tell others what to do
Tell others what to do
As long as there remains steel in my veins
They will not trouble you
They will not touch you
Will not trouble you
Art-Hounds
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Art-hounds look like nothing
So Art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do
Art-hounds see the Greek ideal
And gaze on what they'll never feel
Oh, the pitiless revenge of those without friends
The pitiless, the pitiless revenge
Art-hounds know what's around
Because they've seen it somewhere written down
And everything they've seen on the moving screen
Helps them fill up the page
In European museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European museums
Will I see you?
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry
Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is...
Art-hounds: very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It functions only as a word
Art-hounds: very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It knows a thousand woes
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world
I take 16 pills to send me to sleep
And 16 pills to shake me awake
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?