Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Oh Glenn Don't come to the house tonight Oh Glenn Oh Glenn Don't come to the house tonight Oh Glenn Because
Oh baby, show me your eyes. And every five minutes I look at the door, and there you are with your clothes on, you changed this time now you are kissing my elbow
, show me your eyes. And every five minutes I look at the door, And there you are with your clothes on, you changed this time Now you are kissing my elbow
your Hands. They are craving for vengeance. Time is running out. [Flash:] Can this be the end? Can this be the swan song? The final Elbow? I will not
They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain The suns had enough and the simmering sky Has the heaves and the
Well I'll bet my Maria's got an elbow full of lonely Now here's a little prayer so that she might get some sleep Don't let her face be skinned by the
you can depend You need your elbow and your arm to bend Singing elbows and knees Elbows and knees It sure is handy to have some of these So elbows
love my elbows Yeah they're my favorite joint They bend my arms with so much charm and finesse I love my elbows Take my ankles, please! I love my elbows
bloom On the right hand and on the left hand Fifty miles of elbow room Sometimes I'm cramped and I'm crowded here And I long for elbow room Now I long
so I can see. I guess I'm red elbows not sore knees, I guess I see what it is to be too far back to see, Red elbows don't bleed. I watch you flaunt your
and now I don't wanna play Swinging down, I sent the birdie Downtown at 7:30 And I'm convinced that I've got tennis elbow We are lost in the sound Close
around the bend today Praise the breeze Blew me away Never was content, never was blue Happy to be the shadow On the wall in your room Now I'm elbow
Oh the blood, oh the blood Oh the massacre Oh the blood, oh the blood Oh the massacre Your love will run and hide And leave me on my own The true one
Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire She has the sweetest, darkest eyes And when it comes into her eyes I know iron and steel couldn't hold me Good God, I'm easily
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot What did she see in this man? I'm not superstitious but if I can get This ball in the basket, then he'll wake
Were you crushed? Did I rush you? All my time is yours my twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours, the shameless fits of love That only smother
You're a girl in this vicinity I'm a dog without a collar on This cattle-market cabaret Is the Sabbath every Saturday? I'm full of wit and chivalry Until
