On The Streets I Ran Lyrics

Ooh, a working-cla*s face glares back
At me from the gla*s and lurches, oh
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 always have you
'Till the day that you croak, it's no joke

Ooh, a working-cla*s face glares back
At me from the gla*s and lurches, oh
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 infirmed, take anyone
Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Just spare me"

Morrissey - Ringleader Of The Tormentors

Apr 2006

1. I Will See You In Far Off Places
2. Dear God, Please Help Me
3. The Youngest Was The Most Loved
4. In The Future When All's Well
5. The Father Who Must Be Killed
6. Life Is A Pigsty
7. I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero
8. On The Streets I Ran
9. To Me You Are A Work Of Art
10. I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
11. At Last I Am Born