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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A murderous desire for love How can they

I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I

All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to

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

Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's serious Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's really serious There were times when I could Have "murdered

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever

Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough

Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture

Young bones groan And the rocks below say : "Throw your skinny body down, son !" But I'm going to meet the one I love So please don't stand in my way