The Smiths I Don’t Owe You Anything

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 go out tonight”?

“Oh, I don’t want to go out tonight”

Oh, but you will

For you must

I don’t owe you anything, no

But you owe me something

Repay me now

You should never go to them

Let them come to you

Just like I do

Just like I do

You should not go to them

Let them come to you

Just like I do

Just like I do

Did I really walk all this way

Just to hear you say:

“Oh, I don’t want to go out tonight”?

“Oh, I don’t want to go out tonight”

But you will

For you must

I don’t owe you anything, no

But you owe me something

Repay me now

Too freely on your lips

Words prematurely sad

Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight

Life is never kind

Life is never kind

Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight

The Smiths Sheila Take A Bow

Is it wrong to want to live on your own?

No, it’s not wrong – but I must know

How can someone so young

Sing words so sad?

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow

Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear

And don’t go home tonight

Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you

The one that you love and who loves you

Oh…

Is it wrong not to always be glad?

No, it’s not wrong – but I must add

How can someone so young

Sing words so sad?

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow

Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear

And don’t go home tonight

Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you

The one that you love and who loves you

Take my hand and off we stride

Oh, la…

You’re a girl and I’m a boy

La…

Take my hand and off we stride

Oh, la…

I’m a girl and you’re a boy

La…

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow

La…

Throw your homework onto the fire

Come out and find the one that you love

Come out and find the one you love

The Smiths Suffer Little Children

Over the moor, take me to the moor

Dig a shallow grave

And I’ll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor

Dig a shallow grave

And I’ll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads

Oh John, you’ll never be a man

And you’ll never see your home again

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?

Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said: “I know my son is dead

I’ll never rest my hands on his sacred head”

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:

“Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone”

But fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says:

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:

“Oh, whatever he has done, I have done”

But this is no easy ride

For a child cries:

“Oh, find me… find me, nothing more

We are on a sullen misty moor

We may be dead and we may be gone

But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side

Until the day you die

This is no easy ride

We will haunt you when you laugh

Yes, you could say we’re a team

You might sleep

You might sleep

You might sleep

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!

Oh, you might sleep

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!

You might sleep

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!”

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me!

Find me!

I’ll haunt you when you laugh

Oh, I’ll haunt you when you laugh

You might sleep

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!

Oh…

Over the moors, I’m on the moor

Oh, over the moor

Oh, the child is on the moor

The Smiths There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Take me out tonight

Where there’s music and there’s people

Who are young and alive

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven’t got one anymore

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people

And I want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh please don’t drop me home

Because it’s not my home, it’s their home

And I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes in to us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere, I don’t care

I don’t care, I don’t care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last

But then a strange fear gripped me

And I just couldn’t ask

Take me out tonight

Oh take me anywhere, I don’t care

I don’t care, I don’t care

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven’t got one

No, I haven’t got one

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes in to us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

The Smiths Miserable Lie

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 away

A little higher and we’re well away

The dark nights are drawing in

And your humour is as black as them

I look at yours, you laugh at mine

And “love” is just a miserable lie

You have destroyed my flower-like life

Not once – twice

You have corrupt my innocent mind

Not once – twice

I know the wind-swept mystical air

It means: I’d like to see your underwear

I recognise that mystical air

It means: I’d like to seize your underwear

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

Just a rented room in Whalley Range

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

…Whalley Range!

Into the depths of the criminal world

I followed her…

I need advice, I need advice

I need advice, I need advice

Nobody ever looks at me twice

Nobody ever looks at me twice

I’m just a country-mile behind

The world

I’m just a country-mile behind

The whole world

Oh oh, oh…

I’m just a country-mile behind

The world

I’m just a country-mile behind

The whole world

Oh oh, oh…

Take me when you go

Oh oh, oh…

Take me when you go

Oh oh, oh…

I need advice, I need advice

The Smiths Hand In Glove

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

No it’s NOT like any other love

This one’s different

Because it’s us!

Hand in glove

We can go wherever we please

And everything depends upon

How near you stand to me

And if the people stare

Then, the people stare

Oh I really don’t know

And I really don’t care

Hand in glove

The Good People laugh

Yes, we may be hidden by “rags”

But we have something they’ll never have

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

Yes, we may be hidden by “rags”

But we have something they’ll never have

And if the people stare

Then, the people stare

Oh I really don’t know

And I really don’t care

So hand in glove I stake my claim

I’ll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head

I’ll fight to the last breath

For the good life is out there somewhere

So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well

Yes, I know my luck too well

And I’ll probably never see you again

I’ll probably never see you again

I’ll probably never see you again

The Smiths Death At One’s Elbow

Ooh Glenn

Don’t come to the house tonight

Ooh, Glenn

Don’t come to the house tonight

Because there’s somebody here

Who really really loves you

Stay home

Be bored

(it’s crap, I KNOW)

Ooh, Glenn

Don’t come to the house tonight

Ooh, Glenn

Don’t come to the house tonight

Because there’s somebody here

Who’ll take a hatchet to your ear

How the frustration renders me

Hateful, Glenn!

Don’t come to the house tonight

Don’t come to the house tonight

Because you’ll slip on the

Trail of my bespattered remains

And so, that’s why

GOODBYE MY LOVE, GOODBYE MY LOVE

GOODBYE MY LOVE, GOODBYE MY LOVE

GOODBYE MY LOVE, GOODBYE MY LOVE

Belch

The Smiths 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 wish I could laugh

but that joke isn’t funny anymore

it’s too close to home

and it’s too near the bone

it’s too close to home

and it’s too near the bone

more than you’ll ever know

It was dark as I drove the point home

and on cold leather seats

well, it suddenly struck me

I just might die with a smile on my

face after all

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s

lives

and now it’s happening in mine

The Smiths The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

Please don’t cry

For the ghost and the storm outside

Will not invade this sacred shrine

Nor infiltrate your mind

My life down I shall lie

If the bogey-man should try

To play tricks on your sacred mind

To tease, torment, and tantalise

Wavering shadows loom

A piano plays in an empty room

There’ll be blood on the cleaver tonight

And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright

I’ll still be by your side

For you are all that matters

And I’ll love you to till the day I die

There never need be longing in your eyes

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

Ceiling shadows shimmy by

And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey

There’s sadness in your beautiful eyes

Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes

My life down I shall lie

Should restless spirits try

To play tricks on your sacred mind

I once had a child, and it saved my life

And I never even asked his name

I just looked into his wondrous eyes

And said: “never never never again”

And all too soon I did return

Just like a moth to a flame

So rattle my bones all over the stones

I’m only a beggar-man whom nobody owns

Oh, see how words as old as sin

Fit me like a glove

I’m here and here I’ll stay

Together we lie, together we pray

There never need be longing in your eyes

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

Mine

Climb up on my knee, sonny boy

Although you’re only three, sonny boy

You’re – you’re mine

And your mother she just never knew

Oh, your mother…

As long… as long… as long

I did my best for her

I did my best for her

As long… as long… as long as… as long

I did my best for her

I did my best for her

Oh…

The Smiths Barbarism Begins At Home

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