Lyrics On the Streets I Ran.lrc Morrissey
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[ar: Morrissey]
[al: Ringleader of the Tormentors]
[ti: On the Streets I Ran]
[length: 03:51]
[00:31.28]Oh a working class face glares back
[00:37.88]At me from the glass and lurches
[00:43.43]Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran
[00:50.43]Turned sickness into popular song
[01:00.48]Streets of wet black holes
[01:06.97]On roads you can never know
[01:13.83]You never have been but they always have you
[01:22.27]Till the day that you croak
[01:25.02]It’s no joke
[01:43.17]Oh a working class face glares back
[01:49.90]At me from the glass and lurches
[01:55.58]Oh forgive me on the streets I ran
[02:02.54]Turned sickness into unpopular song
[02:11.96]And all these streets can do
[02:17.06]Is to claim to know the real you
[02:26.01]And warn if you don’t leave you will kill or be killed
[02:33.99]Which isn’t very nice
[02:38.14]Here everybody’s friendly
[02:41.42]But nobody’s friends
[02:46.87]Oh dear God, when will I be where I should be
[02:55.22]And when the palmist said
[03:02.04]”One Thursday you will be dead”
[03:07.34]I said: “No, not me, this cannot be
[03:12.23]Dear God, take him, take them, take anyone
[03:16.79]The stillborn
[03:18.70]The newborn
[03:20.29]The infirm
[03:22.17]Take anyone
[03:25.46]Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
[03:28.83]Just spare me!”
[03:43.74]Year of Release: 2006