歌词：
Smiths The Strangeways Here We Come

to still be on my own" Oh, but don't mention love I'd hate the strain of the pain again A rush and a push and the land That we stand on is ours It has

At the record company meeting On their hands a dead star And oh, the plans they weave And oh, the sickening greed At the record company party On their

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