Morrissey - Satan Rejected My Soul

Satan rejected my soul

He knows my kind

He won't be dragged down

He's seen my face around

He knows Heaven doesn't seem

To be my home

So I must find

Somewhere else to go

So I must find

Somewhere else to go

So, take it - please

It's free

You'll never see

You'll never see

All the fun in life it's cost me

Satan rejected my soul

As low as he goes

He never quite goes this low

He's seen my face around

He knows Heaven doesn't seem

To be my home

So I must find

Somewhere else to go

So I must find

Somewhere else to go

So, take it please

It's really sly

Come on, come on, ah

Come on, come on, come on

Take it please

It's really sly

Come on, come on, ah

Come on, come on, come on

Call me in

Pull me in, call me in

Come on, come on, oh

Come on, come on, come on

Morrissey - Lost

Jet trails in the sky
Leave one word behind
A hand bangs into sand a name
And we all understand

Everybody's lost
But they're pretending they're not
Lost
Oh, lost

Jet trails in the sky
Leave one thought behind
A hand bangs into sand a name
And we all understand

Everybody's lost
But they're pretending they're not
Lost
Oh, lost

So if I see you
And I tell you
How I've watched you
I'm just lost

So if I see you
And I tell you
I've watched you
Don't make fun of me later
Cause I'm just lost

If I see you
And I tell you
How I've watched you
Don't make fun of me later
Cause I'm just lost

If I see you
And I tell you
How I've watched you
Don't make fun of me later
Cause I'm just lost
Lost lost lost lost lost lost

Morrissey - Alma Matters

So: the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway ?
It's my life to wreck
My own way
You see: to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, I've never been surer
It's my life to ruin
My own way
You see: to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Oh yeah ... Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah ...

Morrissey - Maladjusted

On this glorious occasion...
Of the splendid defeat

I wanna start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "Be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes

But wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like?
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not ?
As the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around

SW6 with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse:
"Oh Christ, another stifled
Friday night!"

And the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know ?
When the gulf between
All the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed

Still I maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go ?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy

Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said

Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you