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
Writer/composer Morrissey / Jesse Tobias
Producer Tony Visconti
Release April 2006
Recorded Autumn 2005

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"


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