At Jim Jim Falls
I fall in love
At Jim Jim Falls
I fell up from Hell
If you're gonna jump then jump
Don't think about it
If you're gonna run home and cry
Then don't waste my time
If you're gonna kill yourself
Then to save face
Just kill yourself
At Jim Jim Falls
I fooled and fell
If I were you
I'd stick to your own canoe
If you're gonna jump then jump
Don't think about it
If you're gonna run home and cry
Then don't waste my time
If you're gonna kill yourself
Then to save face
Get on with it
If you're gonna sing then sing
Don't think about it
If you're gonna live then live
Don't go on about it
If you're gonna kill yourself
Then for God's sake
If you're gonna sing then sing
Just don't talk about it
If you're gonna live then live
Don't go on about it
If you're gonna kill yourself
Then for God's sake
Just kill yourself
Morrissey - I Am Not a Dog on a Chain Album Lyrics
Morrissey - I Am Not a Dog on a Chain Lyrics
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Michael Daly, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love Is On Its Way Out
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is tired and it's on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is broken down, it's on its way out
Did you see the headlines?
Did you see the grablines?
Did you see the nerve gassed children crying?
Did you see the sad rich
Hunting down, shooting down elephants and lions?
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is tired and it's on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is broken down, it's on its way out
Did you see the sad rich
Hunting down, shooting down elephants and lions?
But before it goes
Before it goes
Before it goes
Do you have the time to show me
What's it like
What's it like
Oh, what's it like
Oh take time
Be mine
And gaze with fondness on the wrong one
The wrong one
Oh
The wrong one
The wrong one
Oh
The wrong one
Love is on its way out
Love is tired and it's on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is broken down, it's on its way out
Did you see the headlines?
Did you see the grablines?
Did you see the nerve gassed children crying?
Did you see the sad rich
Hunting down, shooting down elephants and lions?
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is tired and it's on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is on its way out
Love is broken down, it's on its way out
Did you see the sad rich
Hunting down, shooting down elephants and lions?
But before it goes
Before it goes
Before it goes
Do you have the time to show me
What's it like
What's it like
Oh, what's it like
Oh take time
Be mine
And gaze with fondness on the wrong one
The wrong one
Oh
The wrong one
The wrong one
Oh
The wrong one
Writer: Gustavo Manzur, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Bobby Dont You Think They Know?
Ice snow, spikes blow
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured below
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured down below
Scag shack, Mexican mud
Little Jo in the snow
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured below
But, ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Eighth track (oh yeah), A-bomb (come on now)
White mosquito, of course they know
You ain't fooling nobody (yeah)
Snow king, toot-and-horse
Then something worse
Bobby, don't you think they know?
Don't you think they know, Bobby?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
But, ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Everybody knows
You ain't fooling nobody
Lord have mercy for the man
Ice snow, spikes blow
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, don't you think they know
Scag shack, Mexican mud
Little Jo in the snow
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, of course they know
You can't hide it
Bobby
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured below
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured down below
Scag shack, Mexican mud
Little Jo in the snow
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Aren't you tired of pretending?
I know, you're tortured below
But, ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Eighth track (oh yeah), A-bomb (come on now)
White mosquito, of course they know
You ain't fooling nobody (yeah)
Snow king, toot-and-horse
Then something worse
Bobby, don't you think they know?
Don't you think they know, Bobby?
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
But, ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Ah the pleasure you bring for us
Ah whenever you sing for us
Everybody knows
You ain't fooling nobody
Lord have mercy for the man
Ice snow, spikes blow
Oh, Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, don't you think they know
Scag shack, Mexican mud
Little Jo in the snow
Bobby don't you think they know?
Oh, of course they know
You can't hide it
Bobby
Writer: Gustavo Manzur, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
I Am Not a Dog on a Chain
I am not a dog on a chain, I use my own brain
I can turn the conversation off, I'm too clever to be robbed
I am not a dog on a chain, thanks all the same
I have patience and I have time, both of which are mine
I hear a call, I hear a cry
I raise my voice, I have no choice
I raise my hand, I hammer twice
I see no point in being nice
I am not a dog on a chain, I use my own brain
I do not read newspapers, they are troublemakers
Listen out for what's not shown to you and there you find the truth
For in a civilized and careful way they'll sculpture all your views
So open up your nervous mouth and feel the words come streaming out
In volume, pitch and rising cries, opening your blinkered eyes
For otherwise you'll never know who you are or all that you can do
If you want to, if you want to, if you want to
I am not a dog on a chain, you've got to be insane
One is company and two is a crowd, and crowds are loud
Or maybe I'll be skinned alive by Canada Goose because of my views
Because of the truth, because of my fleece, because of my niece
Like drinking ink, the words explode, fattening fists, louder than blows
The dead are dead, ice cold and hard to where they can't be overcharged
They have no breath, they have no eyes, at least they won't be going twice
I can turn the conversation off, I'm too clever to be robbed
I am not a dog on a chain, thanks all the same
I have patience and I have time, both of which are mine
I hear a call, I hear a cry
I raise my voice, I have no choice
I raise my hand, I hammer twice
I see no point in being nice
I am not a dog on a chain, I use my own brain
I do not read newspapers, they are troublemakers
Listen out for what's not shown to you and there you find the truth
For in a civilized and careful way they'll sculpture all your views
So open up your nervous mouth and feel the words come streaming out
In volume, pitch and rising cries, opening your blinkered eyes
For otherwise you'll never know who you are or all that you can do
If you want to, if you want to, if you want to
I am not a dog on a chain, you've got to be insane
One is company and two is a crowd, and crowds are loud
Or maybe I'll be skinned alive by Canada Goose because of my views
Because of the truth, because of my fleece, because of my niece
Like drinking ink, the words explode, fattening fists, louder than blows
The dead are dead, ice cold and hard to where they can't be overcharged
They have no breath, they have no eyes, at least they won't be going twice
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
What Kind of People Live in These Houses?
What kind of people live in these houses?
What kind of sad dad
Scratches in this crash-pad?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or trousers?
What kind of people live in these houses?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or proper trousers?
They vote the way they vote
They don't know how to change
Because their parents did the same
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Bed-sitter, bed-wetter?
Or penthouse go-getter?
What carpet-chewer
Lights up this sewer?
And which rough trade strangers
Flail around these chambers?
And what dented gent
Bends over in this tent?
They sleep with who they sleep with
Only because they are afraid to taste change
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Dogface in a duplex?
Boisterous in cloisters?
Grabbing in a cabin
Or squatting on your quarters, oh
Sat home and folksy
Smelling in their dwelling
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
That's got to hurt
Who cares what people live in these houses?
What kind of sad dad
Scratches in this crash-pad?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or trousers?
What kind of people live in these houses?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or proper trousers?
They vote the way they vote
They don't know how to change
Because their parents did the same
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Bed-sitter, bed-wetter?
Or penthouse go-getter?
What carpet-chewer
Lights up this sewer?
And which rough trade strangers
Flail around these chambers?
And what dented gent
Bends over in this tent?
They sleep with who they sleep with
Only because they are afraid to taste change
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Dogface in a duplex?
Boisterous in cloisters?
Grabbing in a cabin
Or squatting on your quarters, oh
Sat home and folksy
Smelling in their dwelling
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
That's got to hurt
Who cares what people live in these houses?
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Knockabout World
Congratulations
You have survived
Congratulations
You're still alive
They kicked to kill you
Do not forget
They tried to turn you
Into a public target
Welcome to this knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
Congratulations
You're still okay
I'd kiss your lips off
Any day
Be careful in this knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
And by the way
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
With your handsome teeth
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
(This knockabout world)
You're okay by me
(This knockabout world)
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
You have survived
Congratulations
You're still alive
They kicked to kill you
Do not forget
They tried to turn you
Into a public target
Welcome to this knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
Congratulations
You're still okay
I'd kiss your lips off
Any day
Be careful in this knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
This knockabout world
And by the way
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
With your handsome teeth
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
(This knockabout world)
You're okay by me
(This knockabout world)
You're okay by me
You're okay by me
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Michael Daly, Roger Joseph Manning Jr., Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Walt Disney Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Walt Disney Music Company
Darling I Hug a Pillow
Darling, I hug a pillow in absence of you
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Loving you is a trauma no one else should face
Or sit still for
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Everything else is in place, except physical love
Darling, you will cry for me in the years to come
In the hope of a moment that cannot return
Thankfully
Why can't you bring figs all pulpy and moist?
Roasted in passion and salty in voice?
No longer keeping a secret of your secret place
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Everything else is in place, except physical love
Darling, I hug a pillow in absence of you
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Loving you is a trauma no one else should face
Or sit still for
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Everything else is in place, except physical love
Darling, you will cry for me in the years to come
In the hope of a moment that cannot return
Thankfully
Why can't you bring figs all pulpy and moist?
Roasted in passion and salty in voice?
No longer keeping a secret of your secret place
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Everything else is in place, except physical love
Darling, I hug a pillow in absence of you
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Darling, I hug a pillow to replace your face
Writer: Mando Lopez, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Once I Saw the River Clean
Once I saw the river clean
Distant future, wait for me
I grow pleasing to the eye
And the cue will cue for me
Once I saw the river clean
Soon the clock will strike for me
Childish mind anticipates
Grown-up mind consummates
I walked with my grandmother
Down a windblown Chester Road
With her fifty-two new pence
For her twenty number-tens
And my forty-five pence too
Demand metal guru
Once with hearts securely stacked
Then we walked all the way back
I walked with my grandmother
Along the groan of Talbot Road
In the gardens by the graves
I can just about behave
Arrogant and paranoid
All around, see fathead youth
Look into their brutal eyes
But only if you want the truth
Once I saw the river clean
Scratching up the latest scheme
Time will come but it hasn't yet
Someone's out to get me
I walked with my grandmother
Cornbread street, we're incomplete
She would never be again
A Dublin dancer, free and young
Distant future, wait for me
I grow pleasing to the eye
And the cue will cue for me
Once I saw the river clean
Soon the clock will strike for me
Childish mind anticipates
Grown-up mind consummates
I walked with my grandmother
Down a windblown Chester Road
With her fifty-two new pence
For her twenty number-tens
And my forty-five pence too
Demand metal guru
Once with hearts securely stacked
Then we walked all the way back
I walked with my grandmother
Along the groan of Talbot Road
In the gardens by the graves
I can just about behave
Arrogant and paranoid
All around, see fathead youth
Look into their brutal eyes
But only if you want the truth
Once I saw the river clean
Scratching up the latest scheme
Time will come but it hasn't yet
Someone's out to get me
I walked with my grandmother
Cornbread street, we're incomplete
She would never be again
A Dublin dancer, free and young
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Michael Daly, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Truth About Ruth
I am a sleuth, I dig up the truth
I ferret the facts, even when there are none
A silent child, an elegant youth
This led me to find the truth about Ruth
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
We all do what we can
Just to get along
The life you lead, straightforward and bland
Everything happens according to plan
But some people fight just to take root
In a world ill-equipped for the truth about Ruth
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
We all do what we can
Just to get along
Oh, bully for you, oh, bully for you
Your groin and your face, they slip right into place
So masoned and carved, your arrow is drawn
You know who you are, yet you have no idea
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
And sooner or later
We are all calmed down
I ferret the facts, even when there are none
A silent child, an elegant youth
This led me to find the truth about Ruth
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
We all do what we can
Just to get along
The life you lead, straightforward and bland
Everything happens according to plan
But some people fight just to take root
In a world ill-equipped for the truth about Ruth
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
We all do what we can
Just to get along
Oh, bully for you, oh, bully for you
Your groin and your face, they slip right into place
So masoned and carved, your arrow is drawn
You know who you are, yet you have no idea
Ruth is John
Ruth is John
And sooner or later
We are all calmed down
Writer: Gustavo Manzur, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Secret of Music
I am out of tune
Violin, the state I'm in
I've lived through many Junes
I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I'm listening face down
Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell or bell
Or orchestrated swells
I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you
How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck
No trombone
Or glockenspiel could ever feel
The way I feel tonight
Bum, bum, bum, the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should try
Classical guitar
Love anew, oh yes, you are
Pan pipes save a life
No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong
Fat bassoon
Clear as the moon
But nothing now can take away my gloom
Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fess
Boo, boo
Violin, the state I'm in
I've lived through many Junes
I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I'm listening face down
Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell or bell
Or orchestrated swells
I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you
How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck
No trombone
Or glockenspiel could ever feel
The way I feel tonight
Bum, bum, bum, the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should try
Classical guitar
Love anew, oh yes, you are
Pan pipes save a life
No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong
Fat bassoon
Clear as the moon
But nothing now can take away my gloom
Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fess
Boo, boo
Writer: Andrea Bulleti, Harold Spiro, Mando Lopez, Steven Morrissey, Valerie Murtagh
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Hurling Days Are Done
Time will mold you and craft you
But soon, when you're looking away
It will slide up and shaft you
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
Now my hurling days are done
And there's no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time, a blossoming clover
But soon it will say, "Okay, come on son, bend over"
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there's no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time places no pressure on you
But soon it explains what it means by the Funky Alfonso
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there is no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time will send you an invoice
And you pay with your strength and your legs and your sight and your voice
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there is no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
But soon, when you're looking away
It will slide up and shaft you
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
Now my hurling days are done
And there's no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time, a blossoming clover
But soon it will say, "Okay, come on son, bend over"
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there's no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time places no pressure on you
But soon it explains what it means by the Funky Alfonso
Oh, time
Oh, time
No friend of mine
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there is no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Time will send you an invoice
And you pay with your strength and your legs and your sight and your voice
Oh mama, mama and teddy bear
Were the first full firm spectrum of time
But now my hurling days are done
And there is no one to tell and there's nowhere to run
Writer: Jesse Tobias, Michael Daly, Steven Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
I Am Not a Dog on a Chain is the thirteenth solo studio album by Morrissey, released through BMG on 20 March 2020. It is Morrissey's first album of original material since 2017's Low in High School.
It was produced by Joe Chiccarelli, and lead single "Bobby, Don't You Think They Know?" features vocals from Thelma Houston.
Performed By:
MorrisseyIt was produced by Joe Chiccarelli, and lead single "Bobby, Don't You Think They Know?" features vocals from Thelma Houston.
Genre(s): Electronic rock, alternative rock, pop rock, soul, R&B, disco
Producer(s): Joe Chiccarelli
Length: 49:26
Released: March 20th, 2020
Year: 2020