You Know I Couldn't Last

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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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2005

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The whispering, 
May hurt you, 
But the printed word might kill you 
The whispering, 
May hurt you, 
But the printed word might kill you 
So don't let the blue, 
The blue eyes fool you, 
They're just gelignite, 
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, 
You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home

The teenagers, 
Who love you, 
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers, 
Who love you, 
They will wake up, yawn and kill you

So don't let the blue, 
The blue eyes fool you, 
They're just gelignite, 
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, 
You know I couldn't last, 
Someone please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and, 
It weighs so heavy on my back, 
Someone please take me home

The critics who, 
Can't break you, 
They somehow help to make you,
The critics who, 
Can't break you, 
Unwittingly they make you

So don't let the good days, 
Of the gold discs, 
Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles, 
You know I couldn't last, 
Accountants rampant, 
You know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism, 
Thrown my way to stay, 
And the northern leeches go on, 
Removing, removing, removing 

Then in the end, 
Your royalties bring you luxuries, 
Your royalties bring you luxuries, 
Oh but
The squalor of the mind, 
The squalor of the mind, 
The squalor of the mind, 
The squalor of the mind

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