Maladjusted

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Steven Patrick Morrissey (born 22 May 1959), known as Morrissey, is an English singer and lyricist. He rose to prominence in the 1980s as the lyricist and vocalist of the band The Smiths. The band was highly successful in the United Kingdom but broke up in 1987, and Morrissey began a solo career, making the top ten of the UK Singles Chart on ten occasions. His first solo album, 1988's Viva Hate entered the UK albums chart at number one. Widely regarded as an important innovator in indie music, Morrissey has been described by music magazine NME as "one of the most influential artists ever", and The Independent has stated "most pop stars have to be dead before they reach the iconic status he has reached in his lifetime".Pitchfork Media has called him "one of th… more »

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1997

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On this glorious occasion...of the splendid defeat 

I want to 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

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