Adoro Morrissey.
Porquê?
Por isto.
I've been dreaming of a time when The English are sick to death of Labour, And Tories And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell And denounce this royal line that still salute him And will salute him forever. Irish Blood, English Heart
You must be wondering how, The boy next door turned out, Have a care, But don't stare, Because he's still there Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen, Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law This world is full, So full of crashing bores, And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me. The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
She told me she loved me, Which means, She must be insane I've had my face dragged in , Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, The only one around here who is me, Is me.
How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?
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