On The Streets I Ran lyrics

Song information

Artist: Morrissey
Album: Ringleader Of The Tormentors

Lyrics

Ooh, a working-class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into, popular song

Streets of wet black holes
On roads you can never know
You never have them
But, they alway's have you
'Till the day that you croak
(It's no joke)

Ooh, a working-class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Forgive me, on the street's I ran
Turned sickness into unpopular song

And all these street's can do
Is claim to know the real you
And warn if you don't leave
You will kill or be killed
Which isn't very nice
Here everybody's friendly
But nobody's friends
Oh, dear god when will i
Be where I should be?

And when the palmist said:
"One thursday you will be dead"
I said "no, not me, this cannot be
Dear god, take him, take them, take anyone
The stillborn
The newborn
The infirm
Take anyone
Take people from pittsburgh, pennsylvania
Just spare me!"

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Ringleader Of The Tormentors" album track list