At last I am born Historians notes I am finally born I once used to chase Affection withdrawn But now I just sit back and yawn Because I am born, born
Lord, these words I beg of You As I kneel down at my bed Because soon I will be dead Let?s face it, soon I will be dead And I just want to I want to
Armed with wealth and good health The best of health In the future when all's well I will lie down and be counted In the future when all's well I thank
Ill never be Anybody?s hero-Morrissey Warm lights from the grand houses blind me Haves cannot stand have-nots And my love is under the ground My one
I am walking through Rome With my heart on a string Dear God, please help me And I am so very tired Of doing the right thing Dear God, please help me
Nobody knows what human life is Why we come, why we go so why then do I know I will see you I will see you in far off places? The heart knows why I grieve
Ooh, a working-class face glares back At me from the glass and lurches, oh Forgive me, on the street's I ran Turned sickness into, popular song Streets
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me Haves cannot stand, 'We Have Nots' And my love is under the ground My one true love is under the ground And
Stepchild, you have outlived your time You represent embarrassment and failure And the father who must be killed Is the blight upon your blighted life
I live a life, I feel the pain To sing the song, to tell the tale I wish, I'd never even Heard the song I see the world, it makes me puke But then I
Pasolini is me, 'Accattone' you'll be I entered nothing and nothing entered me 'Til you came with the key And you did your best but As I live and breathe
It?s the same old S O S But with brand new broken fortunes And once again I turn to you Once again I do, I turn to you It?s the same old S O S But with
The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the shielded We kept him from the world's glare And he turned into a killer Retrousse nose Turned up
Armed with wealth and with the, the best of health In the future when all?s well I will lie down and then be counted In the future when all?s well I
walls trapped within yellow eyes the cutters drooling face rips apart cuts to the heart disease shown let it out movement crosses crimson light washes
on defecate in that bush [CHORUS] Crouds of people arae walking the street There is no place where you can put your shit Brown tormentor is pressing
defecate in that bush Crouds of people arae walking the street There is no place where you can put your shit Brown tormentor is pressing your ass Shit
I know I will never rest until I know you're mine I know you're mine too late to hide Too late to save your life Tormentor
