On The Streets I Ran

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MORRISSEY Song
Name On The Streets I Ran
Album/Single Ringleader Of The Tormentors
Length 3:51
Recorded Autumn 2005
Writer Morrissey/Tobias
Producer Tony Visconti

Information

Lyrics

A working-class face glares back

At me from the glass, and lurches: "Forgive me, on the streets 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

A working-class face glares back At me from the glass, and lurches: "Forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into unpopular song"

And all these streets 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 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 still-born, the new-born, the infirm - take anyone Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - just spare me"

Personnel

Live History

Play count (Morrissey concert): 13

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