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

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

• Morrissey - Vocals
  
• Alain Whyte - Guitars, backing vocals
  
• Boz Boorer - Guitars, saxes
  
• Jesse Tobias - Guitars, crash cymbals
• Gary Day - Bass guitar
  
• Matt Chamberlain - Drums
  
• Michael Farrell - Keyboards, piano, organ, trumpet, trombone, percussion
  
• Strings - Ennio Morricone
  
• Additional string production - Marco Patrigiani
  
• Children's Choir director - Rossella Ruini
  
• Children's Choir - Giulia D'Andrea
  
• Children's Choir - Niccolo Centioni
  
• Children's Choir - Laura Adriani
  
• Children's Choir - Alice e Ester Diodovich
  
• Children's Choir - Marco Lorecchio
  
• Children's Choir - Charlotte Patrignani
  
• Children's Choir - Gaia e Andrea Baroni
  
• Producer - Tony Visconti
  
• Photography - Fabio Lovino