Singer:morrissey
trouble loves me
trouble needs me
two things
more than you do
or would attempt to
so
console me
otherwise
hold me
just when it seems like
everything's evened out
and the balance
seems serene
walks beside me
to chide me
not to guide me
it's still much more
than you'll do
and the balance seems serene
see the fool i'll be
still running 'round
on the flesh rampage
ready with ready-wit
- at your age!
go to soho
oh
go to waste in
the wrong arms
seeks and finds me
to charlatanize me
which is only
as it should be
please fulfill me
kill me
show me a barrel and watch me scrape it
faced with the music
as always i'll face it
in the half-light
so english
frowning
then at midnight i
can't get you out of my head
a disenchanted taste