The Smiths

Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemme

I am the son and the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and the heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does I

Upon the sand, upon the bay "There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state : "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Prett

Jeane, The low life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with its cupboards bare Jeane, I'm not sure what happiness means But I look in your eyes and I know... That it isn't there We tried and we failed We tried and we

Unruly boys Who will not grow up Must be taken in hand Unruly girls Who will not settle down They must be taken in hand A crack on the head Is what you get for not asking And a crack on the head Is what you get for asking Unruly boys Who will not gro

The Smiths I Started Something I Couldn't Finish The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced Three-word gesture I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clea

So, goodbye Please stay with your own kind And I'll stay with mine There's something against us It's not time It's not time So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I know I need hardly say How much I love your casual way Oh, but please put your tongue

Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head And as i climb into an empty bed oh well, enough said I know it's over still i cling, i don't know where else i can go Over and over..... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head See the

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh...sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how J

oh ! take me back to dear old blighty, put me on the train for london town, take me anywhere, drop me anywhere, liverpool, leeds or birmingham but i don't care, i should like to see my ... i don't bless them farewell to this land's cheerless marshes

The death of a disco dancer Well, it happens a lot 'round here And if you think peace Is a common goal That goes to show How little you know The death of a disco dancer Well, I'd rather not get involved I never talk to my neighbour I'd rather not get

Bought on stolen wine A nod was the first step You knew very well What was coming next Bought on stolen wine A nod was the first step You knew very well What was coming next Did I really walk all this way Just to hear you say : "Oh, I don't want to g

All the lies that you make up What's at the back of your mind? Oh, your face I can see And it's desperately kind But what's at the back of your mind? Two icy-cold hands conducting the way It's the Eskimo blood in my veins Amid concrete and clay And g

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore Park the car at the side of the road You should know Time's tide will smother you And I will too When you laugh about people who feel so Very lonely Their only desire is to die Well, I'm afraid It doesn't make me smile I

I'd like to drop my trousers to the world I am a man of means (of slender means) Each household appliance Is like a new science in my town And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean And when

As merry as the days were long I was right and you were wrong Back at the old grey school I would win and you would lose But you've got everything now You've got everything now And what a terrible mess I've made of my life Oh, what a mess I've made o

Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail six long years on your trail Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail Six full years of my life on your trail And if you have five seconds to spare Then I'll tell

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my n

Every day you must say So, how do I feel about my life? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself? I am sick and I am dull And I am plain How dearly I'd love to get carried away And time is against me now

From the ice-age to the dole-age There is but one concern I have just discovered Some girls are bigger than others Some girls are bigger than others Some girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers As Antony said to Cleopatra As he opened a cra